I painted fences all morning. I opted not to participate in the castration of Trigger and his son Billy the Kid. Brad had to hold Trigger down. Ha.
Then after lunch Alicia asked if anyone wanted to go buy food for dinner. I did, so did Brad, Jeff, and Dominique. We kind of only went because we wanted to nap during the car ride. And we did. It was relaxing. Then we went to Albertson's, and we took some guy's fancy traffic-avoiding directions and that's where it all started. We ended up going the opposite direction of what we wanted. We drove around for a half hour and got more bad directions from a gas station. Then we went to another gas station, and I went in with Jeff to ask the cashier. "Which direction is Cerrillos?" we asked. "Uh, it's seven lights this way," he said. His English didn't sound so good, so I made sure to ask him, "A la izquierda o a la derecha?" (Do we turn right or left?) And he said, "No importa. It don't matter."
Huh. That confused us. I assumed that meant there would be a sign saying where to go. So we drove and drove and the town kept getting more industrial instead of less. We reached the seventh light and all of us went, "Ohhhhh" and cracked up. It didn't matter whether we turned right or left, because we had been directed to Cerrillos Road, and it went both ways.
So we drove and drove with all the veggies and meat in the minivan, and got to the turnoff to the ranch about 2 hours late. We decided to pretend like nothing was wrong even though it was 6:40 and dinner couldn't be started until we got there. We turned back all clocks and watches by two hours. Then we got to the bridge over the dry creek and were presented with the best excuse ever. The road was totally flooded over with water rushing and everything. We were stuck at the other side with all of the food. The one time the cell phone went through to Kritika, we could tell everyone else was hungry, and not happy. Oh, one time a dog almost got pulled away into the river and drowned but Dominique saved it. Yeah, we were able to cross on foot (the braver kids, anyway) but that didn't do us much good.
So the five of us turned around and went back to Santa Fe and had pizza at Pizza Hut.
It was delicious.
Well, first we got directions from five of the most incompetent gas station attendants in the nation. Brad's favorite line: "Pizza? Estamos four or five light that way." [Points to a Kinko's.]
When we drove back the water wasn't quite at a trickle, more like a less-alarming flow the color and consistency of chocolate milk. Alicia freaked out about crossing it. Zack drove out in his 4x4 and had us follow him across. And guess what? It was no sweat. Then we got "home" (to the barn) and no one was mad at us anymore, they were serenading us at the top of our lungs out of relief and they were glad we weren't drowned and they hugged us.
Then we bragged about the Pizza Hut.
They tried to give us Shame Points for that.
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