A change of scene

Well well well.



What a difference a few days make.

We now face the future with a certain degree of confidence.

Why?

There is a job offer on its way to DH. It means we will have to up stumps and leave Colorado in the dead of winter but given the choice of:

1. being illegal, penniless immigrants in Colorado,
   
2. legal, penniless citizens back 'ome or
   
3. legal, monied immigrants in California,
   

I think it is pretty obvious which we would choose.

We have to change our visas over. The new company will arrange an interview and fly us to Toronto (or Vancouver or Montreal or wherever we want but we know folks in TO). The idea of flying to the Mexican town opposite El Paso in Texas came up again but we are wussy and their preference is Canada as well. Everyone we know has said don't go there, or if you do, stay in a hotel real close to the consulate and don't go out. Hmmm....



Pictures care of our trip to New Mexico last week. First time I've been out of the state since we got here. New Mexico looks like a very poor state full of lots of nothing but we liked it. The scenery is different and we reached this state of enchantment just on sunset. Purdy, eh?

Why did the tarantula cross the road?

We just had a great long weekend driving to New Mexico (Taos to be precise) and back again. More on that later!

On the way home I saw a slow moving black thing walking on the road. It looked rather like a large spider - low slung, definitely moving like a spider. I tried to miss it but I fear I left a splat on the road. Then another one just over the crest of a hill, so it bit the dust too.

Alas I killed off two male tarantulas. I didn't mean to or aim to do it - even spiders in the middle of nowhere have a right to live. Why were they crossing the road? This little tale will reveal all..... (for the spider phobic there *are* pics of tarantulas on that page)