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Tarantulas Or Parking Spots? Pick Your Challenge

In Uncategorized on January 26, 2010 at 10:44 pm
Lycosa tarantula

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It’s been only three full days since we returned from two weeks in the southwest, several of those days spent in a house surrounded by 26,000 acres of mesquite, creosote, cottonwoods — and an eight-foot mountain lion barely a Manhattan block from our front door. The silence, there, was deliciously deafening, the night sky so star-studded it seemed impossible.

I drove into Manhattan today, a bit stunned by the contrast. I’ve lived north of the city for 21 years and now, after all those years, it feels manageable and familiar. I know where to find a parking garage and am not shocked when it costs me $26 to 30 for four hours. Manhattan often feels like a small child — it can be utterly charming, lulling you into a sense of deep, sighing pleasure, then, often without warning, it offers the urban equivalent of projectile vomit: a new tax (another one?), a hike in tolls (another one?), your favorite restaurant or shop shuttered and gone for good.

I’ve always been a big-city person, happy to walk fast and talk fast. But I’ve also always dreamed of a life that includes a battered old pick-up truck, the kind with a bench seat and a gearshift that sticks high out of the floor, and a horse. Only the very wealthy, here, can afford a horse. I like places where kindness and character trump glibness and gloss and was struck by the welcome we found amid friends old and new, and even from strangers, on our trip. My partner grew up and attended college in New Mexico, so it was also a homecoming for him, including a visit to his old journalism professor.

It was good to see the the world he grew up looking at, to watch storms layer the mountain-tops and appreciate how different things look when the horizon dominates and almost every building is low and earth-colored. There’s an inherent humility to it that’s also refreshing after the Trump-ishness of New York City.

We came back from the desert a little changed, our weary heads cleared, our imaginations re-charged and filled with new ideas. It was a nasty shock to see, with fresh eyes, New York’s graffiti and concrete and filthy highways, although lovely to enjoy the Hudson River view. I wonder if we could handle living in a place where a pick-up truck isn’t an affectation but a life-saving necessity, where water is, as they say, more valuable than whiskey.

I looked up at the sky tonight and could only see a half-dozen stars. It looked a little empty.

  1. Lovely ending, lovely little soliloquy. And it resonates. My parents retired to Vermont. They’ve been dead some time now, and to this day I miss the escapes to the hillside with its full sky and silence but for the morning songbirds and bullfrogs. (You’re in a good writing groove, by the way. Must be all that memoir work.)

  2. If you ever get the gumption, look me up in the San Luis Valley. Mountains on almost all sides and when the “city” has been traversed nothing but chico bushes between them. We even have a UFO watchtower and a gator farm! :D

  3. Jerry, thanks very much. The time in that landscape really shifted my brain, so it may, I hope, be affecting my writing. I’m eager to return there regularly for such an infusion of peace and calm.

    bonnie, thanks…sounds good! My partner tells me (?) that valley lies between northern NM and southern Colorado, where he’s from.

  4. We’re close to the northern New Mexico border, yes. The Cumbres and Toltec Railroad runs from Chama to Alamosa and then east.

    I don’t know your partner in any way do I? :P

  5. bonnie, if you grew up in Santa Fe, possibly.

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