Email from Albuquerque

Tom wrote: The trail along the irrigation ditch right behind our townhouse. It’s a 25-minute walk along woods and fields to the Flying Star Café.

Three Pines Book Group

Complete with licorice pipes, which Gabri serves with every order at his B&B in Three Pines. (Thanks, Deanna!)

 

Ocean Beach 6:30 pm

Night on the Town

Anne at the Bombay Sapphire gala, where her painting was exhibited among other semi-finalists from our region.

Afterwards, walking back to the parking lot in absolutely the wrong direction, I stumbled upon this:

555 Mission “Human Structures” by Jonathan Borofsky

Ocean Beach 6:11 pm

WIP

 

Ocean Beach 6:45 pm

from the Coastal Trail 7:06 pm

Ocean Beach 6:47 pm

New Biz Card, New Book

It’s Not Easy Being Mimi is now scheduled to be released November 6.

 

Nest

Ocean Beach 6:52 pm

WIP

Fall?

On the Coastal Trail   7:04pm   Sick Day

Saturday

Another inspiring afternoon with my 94-year-old pal, Lucille. We cocktailed, laughed, and soul-searched. And then–a visit with Anne in her Huichol T!

Mimi Gets a Ribbon

A ribbon marker that is. On October 16, when Mimi's book comes out, it will come with a purple satin ribbon marker (purple is Mimi's favorite color). This one little thing makes me SO HAPPY. I've dreamed of having a ribbon marker for MIMI for such a long time–it's one of those things that proves I’m still an 8-year-old at heart. Every week for the past year I have pestered my art director Lauren about it. Yesterday she called and said, “Let’s choose a color for the ribbon!” Thank you, Lauren, for working this out!

Images from Albuquerque

sidewalks

shopping for countertops, shopping for bikes

 

shopping for furniture

walking at Los Poblanos, a lavender farm

our favorite pizza joint, Farina

El Patio

a cheese plate and potatoes

Farm and Table––I'm holding a mimosa made from the mimosa bush above.

And on to Albuquerque if Uber ever shows up

Running for the gate again at SFO. (Mural by Jason Jagel)

The Cricket ran out and snapped this photo today as Tom and I were wondering what had happened to our ride to the airport. See what I mean about living in the land that time forgot? Of course we love living in the land that time forgot, but soon we may be leaving.