Late night post re: Las Cruces, New Mexico

I had a great drive down the mountain from Cloudcroft to Las Cruces yesterday - spent time roaming through La Mesilla.



I got a late start to Las Cruces, so didn't make it down to El Paso for the circular road trip. Maybe next week I'll make it - Got alot done today considering I worked the morning shift at the Cross-Eyed Moose Cafe, playing the Prep Cook -  drove today through Bailey Canyon - Switchback Trail - the Kia did just fine on that unpaved rocky road - I was pleasantly surprised.

Time for sleep soon - back to work tomorrow at 2pm -

Early Snow

looking out to Hwy 82 from the Aspen Motel, in Cloudcroft New Mexico

Not So Late Night

Workspace while living at The Aspen Motel in Cloudcroft, New Mexico.

High Light The Night

I'm in the down phase. The ball on the string of my highs and lows moves down down - but it will move up again soon, as it always does and I will be the happiest woman in the world - until then I take care how I make decisions. I suffer carefully to organize my thoughts and actions.

The world of Cloudcroft at this time of morning is quiet, as usual. No sound but the soft wind in the trees. The world of Cloudcroft is at rest. There is a three-quarter waning moon that lights the night. Only a few stars are obscured by small scattered clouds. The rest are my guiding lights.

Whether in Florida, or Cloudcroft, I take my place in a seat outside what I call home for now, taking in the quiet, the perfect quiet, taking it all in.

Late Night/Early Morning Trawl

I spent hours tonight poring through photos posted on friend's Facebook pages. The desire to connect is prevalent in these pages, my own included. I am very much a loner - yet, I am touched by the warmth and openness of most of these connections and drawn to cultivating them. Some of them have been many years in the making - old friends - then there are a few that have been struck just recently, inspired by mutual, singular experiences, some which I observe have potential for expansion. Traveling, as I am, I find comfort in these touchstones.

Late Night Slant

2:20 mountain time and not a yawn.
Insomnia comes so natural to me. As sleep at this time of night does not. Fighting sleep seems so stupid. Who wouldn't want a good snooze? Yet awake I am, as though something wonderful awaits I shouldn't miss, something fascinating that shouldn't be missed. Hmph - I may as well lay me on the downy. If something wonderful this way comes, I won't know what I missed. So then, so what?! The good fight has left and I am down for the Count of Sleep. Somnambtimes I'm so silly I can't stand myself. In dreams I'll consider why. Delirium rules my night.

Kindred Spirit

"Each piece of mail must have its day in the sun, its chance to engage me in its magic of the new or repel me with its blatant familiarity. All messages are holy" --The Scorpions by Robert Kelly

I'm also a lover of mail, whether it be snail, email, messages of any kind; my full attention is given. As much as I prefer spending time alone and as I wish, I love literary human connection. I'm not at all crazy about talking on telephone. Write me a letter, send me a personal email (not so crazy about forwards, unless they are simply hysterical) and I am there for every nugget, devouring with appreciation.

Full Moon Coming

I have a website; don't know why I feel compelled to join the blogger ranks. I'll use the excuse that it is late night. That one usually works for me. Actually, I did a google search for writer Robert Kelly (The Scorpions) and ended up reading blog of Ed Parks. It was an entry from December of 2004. Sucked in. I scrolled and scanned forever until I found the Robert Kelly reference. Left a comment. Sucked in even more. Logged in. (Google knows too much already) Now blogged in. Ironically, door opens for http://www.mikalogue.com/ [unavailable at this edit; will use next bonus at day job to finance resurrection] viewership.