Rabbit Trails

from a little book Cynthia Lewis wrote: Crying gets you more attention, but not more friends. When it's your shovel, you're in charge of the sand castle. Big clothes make you feel smaller. Get up before the dew is gone. Smile at the bus driver.

Oh me.  Stairs first, then the view.... I think this is where I got my sunburn..... Cell phone towers! I don't remember what this was....but it looks possibly like a ladder for a mountain monster to climb on and eat tourists. On the way down from the mountain, we saw Tinkertown, but it was closed. That's where we got to go on Monday.

Nob Hill is a place on Highway 66 in ABQ where shopping is easy, everything good for a walker. This furniture place had old fashion lawn chairs, as you can see.  Fun colors, too.  What you can't see is the sign they had telling the price of the chairs.  I don't remember the prices, even if they were giving them away, we couldn't have taken one.  I do remember this........the sign said: MEDAL Chairs.  Wow.  If I had a store on Highway 66 in ABQ, I would be sure to spell metal right. This is a famous diner on 66.  The little things you see between the reddish lights are PEZ candy holders.  I am not a fan of those things, but it was kind of neat to see the sets they had. I got liver and onions.  I wanted to get something different.  It was very good.  How many of *you* would order liver and onions? I cropped Marilyn Monroe out of the picture...... So my husband orders this $8 banana split with four spoons. ...

We spent Saturday on Route 66 in ABQ It was a beautiful summer day. Being closer to the sun did make a difference. I got a sunburn on my face and ten days later, it is finally healing. This is the most horrible, ugliest, terrible building we saw. Planned Parenthood. Murder Lodge more like it.... A fun little place to lock your bike up. There were lots of bikers....lots of them were pedaling uphill, lots of the time. ABQ and the area would be a bigger challenge than riding a bike in most Kansas counties. Or even ours. Unless you rode in the sand on the beach. Boy is this ever the truth. A high fashion store. I like this word though. Of course everything was built and decorated differently than what  we are used to. Everything was dry, dry, dry. Shades of brown, brown, brown. Curvy corners. Flat roofs. We were walking past this stop sign  and a guy on a bicycle pointed something out to us. A l...

This is my sister Kristi.   She has always been older than me.   I have always been bigger than her. She wears her hair around her face. I pull mine back. She had perfect teeth. I had braces. She likes to clean. I like to plant flowers. I like coffee, she likes tea. She takes vitamins, I eat donuts. I'm glad she's my sister. My dad wasn't feeling so great here. He had surgery on his lung to remove cancer. BUT, we weren't there TEN minutes before he tried to pay one of the girls TEN dollars  to go into his little trailer to see if they could see a skunk. We started our visit with: Skunk in a rat-hole... Tight Fit!

Here are the two little houses I lived in ..... Kinsley, Kansas.  The one on top was much nicer inside, you just can't tell it now.  It had beautiful hard wood floors, a closet lined with cedar, an arched doorway to the kitchen, an old fashioned sink, old stove and the eating table went by a sunny window.  It had a full unfinished basement that you had to use and outside door for.  This was the last place I lived before I moved to Texas and never came back..... The house below was not so nice inside, but I'm sure the rent was cheap.  All I can remember about this house is spiders in the sink and tub....and the walls were painted bright but strange colors.  I would have loved to see inside them again.  Just one more time? I lived in a town called Kinsley and it was the geographical center of the U.S....... We saw these *windmills?* coming for miles........we also see them on big trucks going really close to our house on the highway........

A couple of very Kansas things!  Sunflower and cottonwood tree leaf.  I didn't think much of cottonwoods when I was surrounded by them.......when I visit Kansas I love to hear them rustling in the wind.  The leaves are heavy and waxy....and there is nothing like the sweet smell of the trees....and nothing worse than the cotton flying in the summer into your nose, your screen doors and a.c. filters. I don't know if the streets had names when I was growing up.  We had box numbers for our mail and I liked to get the mail in the mornings when I wasn't in school.  I knew the combination and thought I was pretty neat when I could actually make the little door open. This would be an easy tag to remember........we are getting tags tomorrow for our new vehicle.  I can't wait to see what they look like. Telling my dad good-bye.  I do NOT like to tell my dad good-bye.  Not one little bit. The last look through the screen door at my ...