April is getting serious. I don’t know what that is, but when it rolled through, we got snow. That picture says a lot about New Mexico. It’s like loving giant crocodiles and the only way to make them come is holding out your leg.
Something else jumped out at me yesterday besides those clouds. Apparently the late Peter Matthiessen’s last book, Homegoing, (just published) includes an account of the Crucifixion from the Apocrypha, wherein the thief hanging next to Jesus asks him if he can join him in Paradise. His reply?
“No, friend, we’re there now.”
This morning my wife saw me sitting here and demanded a smile from me. “Life is good,” she said. While she was still standing there in her bathrobe, I recounted the above. She gave me one of those looks I can’t escape from and declared,
“You’d better remember that!”