Not Suburbia

old Taos scene

By tomorrow evening this will be a sea of mud

Just another day in Llano Quemado. The last time I saw the same guy moving horses, he was driving a pickup—slowly!—with several of them tied to the bumper. This may be a seasonal thing, shifting animals to a cold-weather location closer to his house, or maybe he’s just lonesome. This is New Mexico, after all, and stranger things have happened.

You will note he’s talking on the phone as he rides. You will also note how nice and sunny it is. There’s a winter storm scheduled for late Sunday into Monday, with lows in the teens. That’s why I busied myself today with making sure sufficient firewood is split and stacked inside the house, the snow shovel is in grabbing distance just outside the door, and making sure a load of laundry made it to the clothesline before the clouds rolled in.

No, we don’t have a dryer. There’s nowhere good to put it, anyway. We don’t have anything except computers, musical instruments, books, an old cat, and each other. I threw away a rotten pair of Eddie Bauer fleece-lined slippers today, along with a ratty old Levi’s shirt. If I were honest about the thing, I’d toss almost all my clothes, but as I seem to be afraid I’ll never have nice things again, I guess I’ll keep the rest and look like hell. Probably I’m not doing this right. I had a psycho-analyst once, but she was crazier than I am so I fired her.

Jesus, do we ever need to leave this black hole of adobe hell.

The next phase may be just as looney but an atom bomb of joy. I hope it happens well before the spring. The love of my life has a birthday coming up in February—what a present that would be for both of us. I tell her every day I only want to be with her. Turns out she only wants to be with me. That’s it, it’s all so simple. The luckiest man on Earth will find a way.

John Hamilton Farr lives in Taos, New Mexico, U.S.A. with his classical pianist wife. “Possibly the only place I can get away with this,” he says. As New York Times best-selling author James C. Moore (Bush’s Brain) put it in a review of John’s first book, Buffalo Lights is the work of a man attuned to the world who sees it differently than you and I and writes about it with a language and a vision of life that is impossible to ignore.” John is the author of BUFFALO LIGHTS, TAOS SOUL, ANOTHER DAY IN PARADISE, and THE HELEN CHRONICLES. He has been publishing online since 1996 (Zoo Zone, Farr Site, MacFaust, GRACK!, FarrFeed) and blogs regularly here at JHFARR.COM. See also → John’s Twitter profile, Amazon Author Page, video channel at YouTube, and website photos at SmugMug. To email John, please see CONTACT INFO on About page.  

  • Catherine Naylor October 14, 2018, 9:57 AM

    Sometimes I’m just hangin’ in like you.
    That’s what windows are for … so we at least
    can look out at Life.

    Love coming in from Catherine

    • JHF October 14, 2018, 12:23 PM

      Hi, Catherine! That’s great. We’re doing fine, really. I climbed up on the roof yesterday and tried to patch a spot where it might have been leaking into the kitchen—the thing that made the cabinet fall off the wall. It just rained a bunch and nothing dripped in, so maybe…

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