According to Wiki, Galisteo is a small, not quite a town, in New Mexico. Located near Santa Fe, it is most famous as a popular movie location and has been used in numerous westerns. It is now more commonly known as Lamy Junction. The artist, Woody Gwyn, lives there. His painting, with its receding railroad tracks, makes a nice jumping off point for this post, which really doesn’t go anywhere.
Yesterday, we mailed off the last of our Christmas packages. We combined this errand with a little exercise. Instead of going to the local post office, we walked to one further away. We had visited the local one last week, but with only one clerk, the long line did not move and we eventually turned away and went to UPS instead.
It was a beautiful day for a walk. There is a certain calm and serenity in the midafternoon, especially on a work day. All the hustle and bustle of everyone else working seems somewhat removed, like spectacle to be viewed, but not participated in. Cars whiz by. Workmen labor, but we just walk on, together.
After depositing our packages, we stopped for lattes. The shop was busy and we snagged the last table. In writing this, I looked up the word latte, to see on which vowel I should put the accent. Instead, I learned a new word, hyperforeignism, a type of over correction that is designed to indicate when a word is a loanword and not native English. In French, latte has no accents.
Eventually, we returned home again. The school buses were running by then, indicating that it was already after three. We had clocked a sufficient number of steps and the almost solstice sun was already nearing the horizon. Shadows were lengthening and the day’s warmth was ebbing. Time to go to couch.