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I just love a good margarita with salt.

Sometimes we just have to take action in the edge-softening department.

This morning Emma and I had brunch on a patio.

I rarely drink alcohol.

Usually it makes me weak and my dad was an alcoholic

So I am cautious in the imbibing department


We sat there in the late morning airy easiness on the small restaurant patio. Just Emma and me.

I felt secretly scarlet ordering as I did before noon:

Chicken enchilada with red chile and the coveted chilled glass rimmed in salt.

Is it dangerous that I want this so much?

Cathy! Get a friggin; grip girl! Drink and be happy.

And I was.

We were.

We sat there just steeping in life -as-it-is.

Two well-behaved girls

Reading the paper..looking at seeds on the pre-autumn trees, eavesdropping..

Oh my..

Life is very fine within my self-imposed veil.


4 Responses to “Booze”

  1. Debra Moody on August 23rd, 2015

    You two deserve this! Drink it in – literally and figuratively.

  2. Jim on August 23rd, 2015

    Happy to learn that both you and Emma are well-behaved when there is tequila around! Ha, ha, ha! All good things to you Cathy!

  3. barbara on August 24th, 2015

    Ahh…sound lovely. I only have margaritas when visiting Santa Fe. Somehow or the other it seems to go hand in hand with surroundings, colour, heat, and food.

    Still time for me to book a flight.

    So glad to hear that you have Emma…wonderful for both of you 🙂

  4. Alexis McNaughton on August 24th, 2015

    That is so funny and sweet and daring of you. It would be daring of most anyone! Keep on rockin’ sister. xxxxx

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