Life is what you bake of it

So its been a while- but I guess it has also been a while since my last bout of midterms. But here I sit just starting to pour that midnight oil into its well warn lamp. Echoing through the air vent is the sound of Andy's acoustic guitar- the notes like an un even seam (sometimes the kind of seam you make when you turn up the speed on your sewing machine and run your thumb straight through breaking off the needle that pierced directly through the nail bed... but that is another story)
And I cant help but to think how nice it is here. I love my yellow south facing room that fills with sun through the three french curtians and the lovely balcony that makes me feel like I have the princess bedroom way up in a fairytale tower in the hills of the sandia mountains. The two pursian mutts I mean cats roaming the house with their naked skin like little fairytale mutants.
Zoey hated school- but she is part native american- she could have gotten in anywhere. I love school. I really do. isnt that rediculous. I guess after 18 years in school, its all I know how to do....
I dont understand how Andy could hate Albuquerque- I mean you got to admire him for getting the hell out of dodge each weekend to explore the enchanting parts of this land- but there is something really captivating about this ranshacked little crumy town. Like the way the sandias glow pink for just 7 minutes each night- 7 minutes I try to fully embrace on a jog each night. And the Los Altos pool, with its big wood beamed ceilings and red rod iron supports, filled with senior citizens, high school lifegaurds and me each morning at 6. I love the beautiful little cafes claiming "life is what you bake of it" and even the miles of strip malls reaking of depressing shanty life. I love the way everyone thinks I will get shot in walmart, and the goat head filled bike paths and the bearded toothless hag at Java Joe's that wrote a song for our bike group that stops there every sunday morning on the way home.
Albuquerque. it's only what you bake of it.