I’ve been humming “One Day More” from Les Miserables all day. You know why.
Weird coincidence: After I spent the whole day humming a song from a French musical, I glanced up this evening to see three French couples roaring down 66 on rented Harleys. They pulled up to the Tumbleweed just before sunset, which is an awesome time to roll into Coldwater. I told them I’d hold their rooms for them if they wanted to go out and watch the sun set over Sangre Mesa before checking in.
They were duly impressed. We had a particularly fiery sunset this evening, and our famous “blood mesa” really lived up to its name. They’d never seen anything like it before.
They were really nice, so I fired up my chiminea and sent Joey to the convenience store to get hot dogs and marshmallows to roast over the flames. We had a nice little dinner party.
On a completely unrelated note, Jesus’ contractor friend, Albert, did an awesome job with Units One and Two. They looked so good when he finished — three days ahead of schedule — that I decided to go ahead and have him paint them, too. I didn’t want to take a chance on messing up any of his beautiful new walls with my clumsy brushwork. He finished painting today. I might make a trip to Tucumcari tomorrow to buy furniture, linens, and decorations for the newly remodeled rooms.