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I Used to Be Nice
And I can still be nice…
2 min readJan 13, 2020
- While eating a green chili-cream cheese bagel, drinking pinon coffee, and listening to Tracy Chapman sing “Give Me One Reason,” because chair dancing is a nice way to wake up on cold mornings.
- On occasions like last night’s after-after-New Year’s party, when I tasted Drambuie for the first time. I was heard to whoop but I really don’t remember everything clearly.
- After refitting my entire winter wardrobe at the Saver’s Store in Santa Fe for less it costs to buy a Patagonia anything — then driving back to Albuquerque where it’s always ten degrees warmer and watching the sun slide over the snow-covered mountains.
- While kindly pointing out to the friend who is frantically searching for her cell phone that she is currently talking on it.
- While also kindly pointing out that my friend’s reading glasses are on her head. (See above. Seriously. Everyone has done this.)
- When Outlander’s Jamie Fraser comes to me in the night and calls me “Sassenach.”
- When Outlander’s Jamie Fraser calls me anything — even late for dinner.
- While I’m dancing, anywhere, anytime.
- When I’m in the presence of friends, wine, and laughter. No limit on laughter.
- Today. I’m nice today. The planets must have aligned or the eclipse opened a gateway — or it might be that, as I type these words, I’m looking out the window at the blue sky over the Sandias and listening to Chris Stapleton sing Tennessee Whiskey, the dog twitching his paws at my feet.
