Santa Fe Forever

For an hour, maybe more I have been trying to justify in my mind my unexplainable need/desire to take a nap.   I want one, but do I need one?  Does anyone past the age of four actually ever need one?   Probably not, but that doesn't change my longing to lie down in the delicious day, just for a little while.  But still I can't seem to go there.   I'm bargaining inside.

For example, I tell myself;

a) I got up early

b) I've run several inconvenient errands  (everything is inconvenient when you live where I do)  When I drove out of my canyon this morning, I navigated a crowded car show and nearly killed a drunken spectator at only 9:00 in the morning.  That was surely exhausting for me.  Right?

c) already I've exercised and walked the dogs along the dry creek beds

d) have done laundry, run the dish washer, watered potted flowers on the porch, meticulously folded sheets.  

Then I point out to just myself that no one will notice or mind, except apparently me.  

I cannot let myself have this guilty pleasure and I wonder why?

Then suddenly I'm reminded of a crazy song I heard in a crazy town with my crazy girlfriends one crazy night long ago.    It was called, "I Like to Take a Nap in The Middle of the Day".   I heard it in Santa Fe, New Mexico, at a funky bar, in the center of that perfect, precious,  pedantic place.  

Things I recall about Santa Fe...

Dinner at The Pink Adobe

My old, soft, black leather jacket

An envelope filled with sacred soil

Sage brush

How the town looks like silver at sunset

Salt circling the rim of a cold margarita stinging my perpetually drying lips

Ten Thousand Waves 

Our white, rented van nicknamed Moby Dick

A secretly placed blue heart

There is no substitute for an Egg McMuffin ( I learned the hard way)

Nancy's tapestry

Cindy's incident

Scootering

My silver heart bracelet inscribed, Santa Fe Forever

The Gluey Brother's singing, I Like to Take a Nap in the Middle of the Day...

Santa Fe is amazing.

g'night