#184 / 2011 Winter: Santa Fe

MARCH 17

#184

I am sitting on the balcony off of the library watching the sun go down with Risa the dog that looks like Lassie; she's some kind of collie. I had parmasean cheese and some red wine, she had proscutto  I hope you aren't supposed to cook it because I didn't; just wrapped it around the parmasean, I ate almost the whole wedge but not quite.

In the liquor cabinet they have the REAL THING: Grand Marnier and Cointreau.

I am going to have a thimble full of each and not eat anymore. I guess I have had the equivalent of about 2 1/2 glasses of wine; maybe less if I'm lucky. Some yoga stretches and I do enjoy this dog sitting at my feet. Now she is growling at something and I thought she was so sweet. She is barking, the sounds filling up the valley; now I don't like it.

Anyway, nice neighbor came by, another man who walks Risa when I don't. There's one asshole neighbor who has all the property rights issues, but I shot him a big southern grin just to see if I could stir anything up.

Love

P