Five O'Clock Somewhere

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Saturday, March 18, 2006

Up North at last

It’s been a long, long time …

For the first time since early January, I have returned to Five O’Clock Somewhere. This is the first weekend in more than two months that I have not gone to Elephant Butte – even two weeks ago when I went to California to pick up Black Magic, that journey included stops at the Butte on the way there and back.

This weekend calls us north for several reasons. Saturday there is a meeting of the landowners’ association board, of which I am a member; Sunday is a meeting of the community center board, of which Pat is the vice president; and Saturday morning is a work party on the Heron Lake Marina, which is run by the New Mexico Sailing Club, of which Pat is the commodore.

Pat and Gerald have gotten up here once or twice while I was doing sailing practice down at the Butte, but I noticed they never did get around to taking down the Christmas tree. Maybe we should leave it up all year. That would save us having to find someplace to store the thing – a 9-foot tree takes up a lot of room. Besides, we already leave the Christmas lights on the front porch in Albuquerque all year long – the porch light is broken, and the Christmas lights make such a cheerful alternative. Interesting thought … people on random occasions, for no particular reason, leaving a gift under the tree for somebody, just because they felt like it.


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