Fall

Why I love Fall:

excellent sleeping weather
crisp, cool air
old America songs (Ventura Highway!)
joy of roasting green chiles
Mid-Autumn Moon Festival
sweaters!
cool river waters
hot air balloons

and the memories of every fall past

Stupid Remarks

A brief one today... Senior ladies looking at the salsas and spice mixes and the ever-popular queso dip mix. "ooh," one of them says "Kiss-oh dip"

For the record, it's pronounced kay-so. I'm just sayin'.

See, nobody reads this thing so I'll use it as a rant-blog. As if other blogs are any different.

And, if anybody cares, I'm failing miserably with my "Waddell Radio."

Stupid Questions

When I first started this blog thing, I was planning on writing down the stupidest question I'd been asked each week. Well, wouldn't you know, no one really asked anything too stupid in the first few months of this blog's history.

Now a couple of years have passed. Can't believe that one. And today I was prompted once again to silently say "what a stupid question." So here goes. Maybe it will be the start of a newer blog.

So this afternoon this older couple came into the shop and looked at all the stuff, local and made-in-China alike. They pick up the bamboo salad bowls and ask "Are these made here?"

Bamboo. Okay, I knew someone not too far away who had a couple of bamboo trees in his yard but, please, this is Taos, New Mexico. Even if a bamboo tree or two could grow here there wouldn't be enough for a forest to then be cut down to then make the bamboo bowls. Seriously.

That one wins this week's Dumb Question of the Week prize for sure. Congrats.