Christmas in Las Cruces was delayed until Saturday late by the arrival of the NYC sister of my gracious hostess, L___. A more or less fortuitous delay, as it began snowing mid-morning and by late Saturday looked more like Christmas itself had.
Less fortuitous because I had ridden a dozen blocks south to a big shopping street, not followed directions and not arrived on target: Albertson's.
However, the local Humane Society junk shop up the road was most amusing, and I squandered the better part of an hour oogling stuff I didn't need, couldn't buy or carry. Invested in a travel bottle of body wash, donated to the dogs, discovered the grocery store was 2 blocks up and finally arrived at the destination I set out for more an hour before.
By the time I located the wine, the coffee, acceded to the non-list impulse of a Ghirardelli raspberry-filled chocolate bar and waited longer in line to pay than I had spent picking things up, it was snowing fistfuls of fat, wet flakes, which were melting in the warm streets, accumulating in the yards on the cacti and yucca.
Riding a fender-less bike, I was soaked through by the time I got home. Good excuse for a glass of wine. The dinner was grand; A Child's Christmas in Wales, a gift to one and all from Dylan Thomas, perennially heartwarming; the presents more than we deserved.
In short, a superb, snowy Christmas in a sunny clime. It has been mostly in the 60's here, as it was mostly up the road in Silver City, most of November.
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