Middle Aged Crazy or What the Hell Are They Thinking?

 I really don't know what we were thinking when we said, "We'll buy it!"  It was a beautiful day, the light just right, the same light that Georgia O'Keeffe, that cow skull decorator, painter of flowery genitalia, was drawn to, sparking an influx of artists to New Mexico that continues to this day.  A soft breeze, almost zephyrlike, made itself barely audible through the oaks and pines.  The air smelled sweet.  At night we could see every star in the sky.

So we bought a 100 acre piece of property in Northern New Mexico with an almost new log cabin, really, truly in the middle of Wheretheheck, Nowhere.  The closest town is a village, population a little over 26 as of the last census.  The next most populous town is the county seat, with a whopping 1500 individuals living in its zip code.  The big town is an hour and twelve minutes away.  That's where we will buy our groceries and maybe see a movie once in a while.

T and I are retired high school teachers who have enjoyed living in the country.  When our farming neighborhood of 30 years, in a rare rural pocket of Southern California, started to visibly display all the trappings of suburbia including mind-numbing traffic, we started getting antsy.  Eminent domain shoved us into a situation where we had to get out anyway, so we decided, "Why the hell not?"  We didn't need to worry about schools, or jobs, or if our kids would grow up weird living really out in the boonies.  So we are moving.

This blog will be the chronicle of this new chapter in our lives, and I hope you will lurch along with us on our New Mexican adventure.

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