Sam got a flashlight "for Dad." Of course, I'm not sure James has touched it outside of the wrapper... but the batteries are surely almost dead by now!
Joe got him a tape measure...and a carton of Whoppers. :-)
And Katie got a set of pliers.
I got him a set of those soft sheets he likes so well. They feel pretty stiff to me--I'm hoping they soften up a lot after being washed a few times! Ha!
James decided he wanted to hit the road and make a day of it, so we loaded up and headed north on Highway 14 toward Santa Fe. There's this cute little former ghost town called Madrid not too far from here and James thought it might have some neat stuff there. Ha! Apparently a bunch of Hippies moved in and took over in the 70's 'cause everything there is creepy! The only thing that looked like it might be neat was the Old Mine Museum & Restaurant... but it was closed. It was nearing lunchtime, so we thought we'd try the soda fountain we'd seen down the road a bit. Now you have to understand, James has a real fixation with soda fountains--would LOVE to own one some day, full of all of the old-time original stuff from back in the 40's or something. Well, we walked in this store and were overwhelmed by the New Aginess of it! Ha! It was nothing but weird rocks and charms and sculptures and who-knows-what-all. They had some of that terrible incense stuff in there that comes in all sorts of differnt offensive aromas, probably used in some sort of "make yourself well" religion. The brand name was Evolve and it had a picture of a sick looking Earth with the motto, "Change is Good." Bleagh!!! The look and smell and feel of everything just sort of gives you the willies. It reminded me of about 15 years ago when the whole "New Age" thing was really going nuts and you could just feel that spirit some places. Our family took a trip to a GORGEOUS little town in Colorado called Teluride... Ha! Never again! The setting was out of this world beautiful, but everything else was... well, out of this world, but... !!! I remember seeing bulletins posted for you to call so-and-so if you wanted to locate your "spirit guide" and such creepiness. Anyway, it was the same kind of feel in this "soda fountain." That's just wrong!!! I did see a little Coca-Cola sign way at the back of the store (apparently where they were hiding anything that didn't fit into the wacky spiritual stuff), but we weren't about to "partake" of anything in a place like that! Ha! We decided to blow that joint (no pun intended--HA!) and kept heading toward Santa Fe. It was built in 1880, I believe, and there was a "teacher" there to show the kids what school was all about back then. Did you know they had a whole hour each day devoted to teaching manners and proper etiquette?! Wow. We should do that!!! Ha! (I feel especially strongly about it after our lunch of grilled cheese and ramen noodles today!)
Fitting, isn't it?
Aside from the Catholic stuff, there was one other troubling thing we encountered. There is a mile and half long trail that you walk, from one building to the next, as you tour this place and there's a little bridge with a shallow pond underneath it. Well, there were these people there who had brought a picnic lunch with them. That's cool. They let their kids play in the water. That's cool. The kids were BUCK NAKED. That's not cool!!! I couldn't believe it!!! And there was NO other way to go. You had to walk over the bridge to get anywhere--or back. I was sooooo frustrated. What kind of parents let their children play buck naked--even in the privacy of their own home or backyard--much less on the path of a trail that hundreds of people might be taking on that particular day?!?!?! What is WRONG with people?! These weren't babies either (not that I personally would've thought it was acceptable then either). One of them had to be 3 or 4 years old. Gross!!! Our kids were greatly troubled, too, and nearly fell off the bridge several times because their faces were turned fa-a-a-a-ar away from the eekness below. Worst of all, I forgot to mention it to the lady at the front when we left. I'm sure the people who toured after us didn't appreciate the "period costumes" under the bridge any more than we did. ~sigh~ Hippies.
Ah, yes--here are some pictures of my new rugs, Bekah.
Try not to pay too much attention to the chairs that don't exactly match. ;-) They are WORLDS better than the other ones, and I have grand and glorious plans for these chairs... someday! For now, just look at the nifty braided rug--in a rectangle! :-)