I am in Santa Fe, getting ready to play a show tomorrow at the Cowgirl. Thanksgiving with my sister, and her new Santa family, they are so warm and kind.  Carol made the yummiest vegetarian potatoes and squash.  We dined for 6 hours maybe, sipping pinot noir the whole afternoon/evening.  Avery took me to a local bar later in the night, both of us sleepy and full.  La Fonda, with dancing, we were the only people in the bar under the age of 40, a few glances, but we sat and watched the country dancing quietly (laughing in between songs.) Our goal today is to hike up a smaller mountain and take photos of our faces and hands.  I have been eating and sleeping very well, dreaming a lot about falling down. Falling down sand dunes, down water-slides, climbing up and down roller coasters in Missouri.  

I have to decide in a few days if I will live in Portland for the next year or so. I am afraid I suppose of money, but who is not afraid of money? Money is one of the most feared things in the universe. 

Learning to be more direct and pensive about my decisions.  

My sister smells like cinnamon, and she is so sweet to me.