|I hate to say it, but I think I'm fried. Instead of looking at horse properties I went to Old Town Albuquerque. It's Balloon Fiesta, and every square inch of real estate was decorated with balloon banners, flags, mobiles, signs, and even a real balloon (I think). The balloon-themed clothing, toys, and tchotchkes were never ending.
I went to Old Town so jeweler Christin Wolf would polish a pendant I bought from him in 2000. I wonder what he thought of his gold-silver-sugilite-coral stunner hanging on a $2 cord from the fabric store. His miniature poodle, Whiskey, was darling. It's a long story, but I also had a store credit. The three fetishes of horses were perfect.
The pool at the hotel is heated so I swam a little. Mostly I floated. Dozens of birds were flying around, I guess looking for dinner. At first I thought bats might be out; then I thought I was seeing moths. Finally I realized that the birds were losing their small white under-feathers, which slowly circled down until they landed on the water.
Maggie is due a cage cleaning tonight but I don't think I can stay awake that late. I'm happy, but fried.