No better way to celebrate Columbus Day in 80 degree weather than with a head cold, eh? And here I was, all cocky for not being sick the entire year. Lord, strike me down! I'm feeling so weak, I was going to catch you all up on what's been going on at Casa Tukats, but I just don't have the energy. And Mr. Tukats and I are leaving on Thursday. For Santa Fe. On a motorcycle. A nice motorcycle. Yup. Hardly enough packing room for a Monkey sock, I tell you.
I do have to let you know, I've been feeling a little "beatnik" lately. That vibe is coming through loud and strong to where you might say I'm a bit obsessed with it. When I was growing up, I thought that generation was so cool, so mysterious, so inner knowledge, so Steve McQueen. The girls wore all black, minis with opaque tights, straight-cut bobs or long hair parted down the middle, heavy eye makeup, cigarettes(ew now!). SKIF seems to capture that feeling of just being too cool to care, and call me a joiner, but I want one, and I want one bad. Ms. Nora can thank herself for that!