So, we now have a commuter train, The Railrunner, that extends from Belen in the south all the way up to Santa Fe as of this week.  And there are all these pleas on the local news and in the newspapers that folks not "pull off the freeway to take pictures of the passing train."  (It runs down the center of I-25 for some distance.)  And to "please don’t try to race the train."

I love this state, but it really is a quirky place.  You’d think people in New Mexico had never seen a train.   The fact that a train is a picture worthy event says a lot about New Mexico.

 The fact that on its maiden trip down from Santa Fe the train hit a cow while crossing pueblo land says more about New Mexico.  Somehow I bet trains in New Jersey don’t hit cows.

My state is also treating me to a snow storm coupled with high winds.  I’m feeling very trapped.  As my friends could tell you I’m not a restful person.  I always need to be doing something.  If I choose to stay home that’s one thing.  If I _have_ to stay home — well, I hate it.

Nikki, my dog, is loving the snow.  She goes out and plows it with her nose and then rolls in it while kicking all four legs in the air.  She will sit there until her back is coated with snow and she looks like a silver back gorilla.