Doug Huff’s play–“Emil’s Enemies”–the reasons my friends and I went to Sante Fe in the first place–was nothing short of spectacular. It’s the story of Diettrich Bonhoeffer’s involvement in a plot to assassinate Hitler, and it’s all based in the facts of Bonhoeffer’s life. In the play, he struggles with the morality of killing–which, of course, is murder and wrong–in order to do the greater good and stop Hitler and the SS’s maniacal slaughter of 1200 Jews a day.
I went to the Georgia O’Keeffe museum two times. I can never get enough of looking at her work. The two videos playing about her and her life made me want to do nothing but write. I understand how this Midwesterner woman fell entirely in love with the New Mexico landscape. I did, too.
I also went to a HUGE farmer’s market–and it’s winter, so nobody’s growing much. But there was a plethora of homemade goat cheese and salsa and jam. I bought goat cheese. So now my dream would be to raise goats and write. I think I could do it. If I had any money. Ha.
Leaving a beautiful and relaxing place like Sante Fe is tough. However, coming home to a dog who is beyond ecstatic to see me is a delight. She circled me and each leg a few dozen times before she resorted to licking my face.
Now, she won’t leave me alone. I have to get a few things done before school today–am brainstorming ways to promote Chasing AllieCat as well as trying to do school work. So I gave her a new rawhide. She promptly ran outside with it and plopped down on the -2 degree snow, chewing contentedly. We’ll go for a longer walk in a bit.
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