In today’s report we will learn about the bastardly, horribly, atrociously good weather of Santa Fe.
I have been getting frustrated with the weather. Every day seems to be the model of perfection. Each day I awake to middling temperatures, blue skies and copious amounts of sun. This perfection severely limits my attention span and renders weekends unproductive and delightful.
Being a proper Midwesterner, I cannot stay in the house on these lovely days. I am a strict adherent of the “Get outside when the weather’s good” mentality. An attitude borne of Wisconsin weather patterns where beautiful sunny days are to be held and caressed whenever they arrive because you just don’t know when another one will show up.
But what does one do when every single day is beautiful and deserving of the same love and respect?
On weekdays I shut myself in my office and close my shades and pretend that it’s not lovely and fine outside. I become entranced with my work, eat lunch at my desk and hide from the light knowing that to step outside would be to release myself to the blue skies at which point I would tear off my clothes and fly off on my bike giddy and smiling through the narrow streets of Santa Fe.
On weekends, I keep my clothes on and hop on my bike for a couple hours in the morning. Afterward I sit down at my desk for approximately 23 seconds before getting edgy and getting out to enjoy the day some more. This schedule is not conducive to finishing taxes, completing translations or buying/building shelves for my room.
And so I wander about sun-stricken, head jumbled with things to do, errands to run, and letters to send. I write to-do lists on various slips of paper and receipts that litter my pockets as I straggle to museums and visit the surrounding trails and hills.
I am living in hell! Too much of too good. Enjoyment needs to be tempered with downtime and natural patterns.
And then it finally happened. This past Wednesday, I saw clouds building on the horizon and I saw opportunity arriving. I delighted in four straight days of on-and-off rain and thunderstorms. Trees began to bloom, dust settled and I worked. And I finished my taxes, read magazines, wrote letters and called friends.
But by Sunday, the sun has reared her head again and I was off.