Spouse and I made our official debut today into Old Fartdom! We attended the 1:00pm seatingof the Christmas dinner put on by Los Alamos National Bank at the Betty Ehart Senior Center.
The dinner was prime rib, baked potato, huge biscuit, asparagus and some kind of cheesecake. Spouse traded asparagus for my prime rib and I readily handed over the white flour biscuit. In addition to the the asparagus spears, I ate the baked potato with broccoli that I had brought from home and what was leftover of my breakfast smoothie (apple, persimmon, frozen blackberries, herbal tea and soy milk). (I had a tuna fish sandwich in a small cooler but wasn't brave enough to take it out as it stunk of raw onions. As soon as we returned home, I demolished that!) I took my piece of pie home to freeze for grandson when he comes over next week.
There was a live band. They only played one Christmas song, though, at the very end of the dinner. I guess it doesn't matter since I don't remember what it was although I sang along with it. The song I remember was Black Velvet. I really liked that one.
We sat at a table with 3 other hikers and a married couple - both 85 - who recently were moved to Los Alamos by their children.
LANB gave every guest a 2010 weekly datebook calendar as we exited the dining room. The bank puts on the free dinner every year and gives everyone a gift.
I did my four miles on Camp May Road. I didn't start until 3:30pm. There was so much downhill traffic that I wonder if Pajarito Mountain Ski Area has opened for the season. There was some uphill traffic as well and I wondered if the late starters were going up to see the sunset or for a very late afternoon cross country ski or snowshoe.
My GPS accurately measured the distance up Camp May Road. I had begun to lose faith in it when it seemed to mis-measure the distance on Dome Road the other day.
There is one area that I call Memorial Corner where I admired the the contrast of the dried, blond grass against the very white snow. As I walked downhill, I tried to verbalize in my mind what attracted my eyes to that scene but didn't succeed to my satisfaction. Was it the way the late afternoon light highlighted the grass from the south (wheatgrass planted after the Cerro Grande fire)? Was it the particular way the grass was grouped across the snow or the tilt of the hillside? On the way down I saw other blond grass on white snow but it didn't impact my eyes as much.
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