Spring (Sort Of)
So, I wrote most of the day, and watched the clouds climb over the shoulders of the mountains, like froth boiling over the top of a pot, and watched the rain turn to snow, and watched the doves and the finches gather at the feeder and sip water from the birdbath.
By now I was stir crazy so Carl and I went into Santa Fe on a search for coke, but not just any coke. Okay, confession time. I’m a cokeaholic. I love the stuff, but I don’t love the overly sweet crap that has become the staple in America now that they’ve changed from sugar to corn syrup. Before Passover I tried to find Passover coke. I got on the internet and searched for a kosher store. The nearest one was in Denver, and then it struck me. I live in New Mexico. We have Mexican markets. And sure enough I found coke made with sugar. I’m a happy woman.
Of course I only allow myself coke on rare occasions, but now I’ve got the good stuff and I didn’t have to travel to Europe or Canada to get it. Next time we put a movie in the DVD player and I make popcorn it’s going to be great. I’m a simple person, with simple pleasures. Well, not really, but it sounds good. 
Melinda