Yikes. I thought that moving to Santa Fe from Washington DC would be... getting away from the frenetic Eastcoast ratrace to a more civilized way of life. In many ways that is true. This evening we (Ricardo and I) went to a lovely, intimate chamber music evening with the Santa Fe Pro Musica. The bank manager knew us and had issued the invitation.

But earlier in the day a colleague, new, at the Santa Fe Waldorf School , had expressed frustration at the nice-sounding words of fellowship and inclusion, but what for her was the reality fo everyone being too busy for each other. And some other new teachers chimed in with assent. And an old-timer said that the tension upon returning to Santa fe from parts more relaxed was palpable and visceral. Well, well, well. Oy, gewalt. Something to ponder.