So we were driving down Cerillos Road on our way to meet the guy at about 9 a.m. and ring-ring, here he was calling us: he can't get out of his driveway. ("manana")
So we figured we were that far down the road, and we would check out the manufactured-house place. Hello? Nobody there. So we figured we'd go to Jackalope. Hello? Nobody there. I guess these New Mexico places aren't as tough with snow as we are in New Hampshire.
Then we went up to the top of the road and started again with the Farmer's Market, where Mom and Dad got some nice greens. Then we headed down to the bottom of the road and the double-wide guy was there and Mom got a look at it. Driving out she made that gesture where people make themselves throw up by sticking a finger in their throat ... so I guess we're not doing manufactured housing.
Jackalope was open and the prairie dogs were awake and I was ready to jump into the pit! But Mom and Dad didn't let me. Also they were out of blue corn pinion pancake mix which is why we went there ("manana").
So at that point, we drove up to Espanola where Mom remembered a good manufactured house site, but they were out of business ("adios"). So we headed back to Santa Fe and ended up walking all the great art galleries on Canyon Road; it was a nice afternoon, with lots of pleasant people and beautiful gallery exhibits. I love art! but I especially love art with animals in it, and I really did like this outdoor bunny sculpture -- he looked very friendly.
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