A beautiful evening in Albuquerque, about 80º at sunset. The sun shining through the clouds just before it went down reminded me of the depiction of heaven and God in my childhood parochial school religion books.
Saw an Albuquerque Fire Department truck imprinted with big letters “HEAVY RESCUE.” I didn’t even want to think about what heavy rescue could be. It was a big truck, solid — looked like a big red toolbox.
Which reminds me, I’m glad I live in a city with red firetrucks like God intended.
It’s remarkable how a few inches of rain turns the desert green in such a short time. Oh I know, it isn’t green like Ireland or New Zealand, it’s perhaps only green to us, but it sure is nice. Very nice.
We have irrigated green in Albuquerque (trees and grass and such). I’m talking about the mountains or the empty fields, such as the Sandia Pueblo land just north of Casa NewMexiKen; the prettiest drive in town — Tramway from the turn to the casino, the bison an added bonus.
Read today that United Airlines turned a profit for the first time in a long time this quarter. Good for them, though in my opinion they could have gotten there a lot sooner if they didn’t send me a credit card solicitation in the mail every other day. Wouldn’t it be nice if all the credit card companies just assumed we had all the credit cards we wanted — lord knows we have all we need — and put a moratorium on mailings?
My mail arrived yesterday at 6:42 PM. Today it was more normal, just after 5 I think. Isn’t this ridiculous? And where’s my New Yorker?