I am flying to New Mexico today. Years ago my Grandma became utterly enchanted with a piece of land near Las Vegas, NM. She and my Uncle commissioned local builders to construct an adobe house, a large one-room thick-walled home with a wrap-around patio and outdoor cooking fire. She spends the later Spring and early Summer months here, sitting and watching the landscape. This year we are joining her. My Dad, Bonnie, my sister and Nathen and the girls, and me. I am told it is 85 and hot. There is a river to swim in. I had to dig through old belts and shoelaces but I finally found my bathing suit. It looked so tiny and I am so white. It is still raining in Portland.