I'm in the process of moving about four miles from the soon to be fashionable Tierre Pointe apartments on Los Volcanes Road to a little 1949 stucco house with a big south facing back yard on San Ygnacio Road in the muy de moda South Valley, which Google translate tells me means very fashionable South Valley.
Most of what I own is in boxes or at the wrong home when I need it. There's no peanut butter so I'm enjoying a mayonnaise sandwich for lunch or rather breakfast. I spent the morning helping the CenturyLink guy drag laddders and equipment over fences and accumulated back corner of the lot piled up stuff into the utility right of way behind the neighbor's back yard so he could install a new DSL cable from the telephone pole to my house.
I'd signed the papers and paid my money and was looking on the internet to see who my new city council member will be when I found out I won't be in the city limits, which came as a shock. I've gotten used to living in Albuquerque and having the mayor and aggressive drivers to criticize. I'd just assumed this new place was in the city. I just never knew that so much of what's known of as the South Valley isn't really part of Albuquerque despite it consisting of some of the oldest parts of town. I'm already getting used to the informality, the more leisurely pace of life and to understanding less of what I read on signs and menus.
Where I live, a couple blocks from the intersection of Bridge Boulevard and Goff Road, seems to have been farmland until it was subdivided in 1947 during a big post war building boom to accommodate returning WWII veterans looking to buy houses with their GI Bill VA loans and an influx of population having to do with a buildup of US government facilities in Albuquerque -- namely the moving of part of Los Alamos labs to the new Sandia labs on the air force base and the expansion of the base itself.
Younger readers may not know what I'm talking about when I say "GI Bill" and "VA loans" and older readers seem to have forgotten them. These were government programs passed back when Democrats were the party of the people and not the party of Wall Street, when we had politicians like Dennis Chavez and not like Hillary Clinton, Martin Heinrich, Michelle Grisham and Barak Obama, none of whom have ever even considered proposing a program like those, if indeed they've ever heard of them.
I'll have more to say about the new place as time goes by and if and when the myriad and varied projects that are flooding my imagination these days come to fruition.
Note: Hopefully the future site of one fantastic garden... Does anyone know what that bush is?
Update: A closeup of the plant. It's a pretty high resolution taken with my iPhone but I don't know if Google will leave it that high. You can see dried out flowers in the background, but the ends of the stalks look to me to be budding. I didn't feel any stickiness when I crushed leaves or buds between my fingers.