Here in northern New Mexico, an old adobe house will have really deeply recessed windows that mostly don’t open. What you do is open front and rear doors, if you have any. This makes el Norte very popular with cats and flies.
We actually have two screen doors and three small (as in port hole sized) windows that do open for a little ventilation. It’s not as bad as it sounds, which is fortunate. In the eastern end of the living room, where I sit surrounded by three large fixed panes of thick glass set into crude wooden frames in the adobe walls, it feels a little stuffy with the front door closed. On the outside, the window frames are swathed in spider webs. LOTS of spider webs. You can sweep them all away, turn your back, and there they are again. Now I know why, because of the moths!
It’s one in the morning and the spiders are in a frenzy. I never saw arachnids work so hard, chasing down stuck prey and building more webs to catch the rest. They must have laid in enough provisions for the fall already. You see, in each of those three windows, there’s a lamp (on a table, on my desk, and on a banco). The spiders are there because of the moths, or put another way, my staying up late makes for dirty windows by dawn. A veritable spider paradise, until it freezes.
Meanwhile, my honey got a present. This is it:
We will, we will eat you
It’s a totally obscene coffee maker called a Keurig. Figures. The thing is about the size of two motorcycle helmets, weighs about 50 pounds, and only makes one cup at a time. It’s the most fascist appliance I’ve ever seen. You even load it like a cannon, little coffee packages like ordnance, and there’s a star-shaped hole in the drain cover! I understand these are popular in corporate offices (duh). My wife declared it matched the gleaming ebony finish of her baby grand and that she had to get the piano down here soon. So it’s going in her studio, then. The Alien Chernobyl, I mean. The Hermann Goering Memorial Dispenser of Crushed Essence of Lesser Races. I’m surprised it doesn’t run on plutonium. It’s totally gorgeous and dangerously stupid. I’m glad it’s going in the studio (when she gets one for the grand, that is), otherwise I’d have to shoot it.
Keurig, Keurig… sounds like someone who would take your coffee away if you had spiders in your windows: “Kein Kaffee für DICH, fauler Hund!”
My wife will love it, naturally.
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The new site looks wonderful. I love the rollover!
Good job. Yes, I’ve been reading too! Thats good as well and
enjoyable.
Frank
I love it, loads like a cannon. My friends in Berlin have one. I’d never seen one before either until I ended up there just recently actually. My friend’s husband offered to we tourists coffee and went to this machine that looks nothing like a standard coffee pot to me. He did something magical that the next morning I could not figure out how to repeat and there was a, you are correct, a cup of coffee.
I never thought I would see one in New Mexico!
Thanks for your generous words, Frank! Glad you like it. And keep watching for changes in the rollover. Today’s image has a cool underwater logo on the flip…
Killlashandra, great site you have! And I envy you going to Berlin. We were there back in the ’90s. I love those crazy Germans.
My wife will love the Keurig, too, because a) her brother sent it to her, and b) it’s CLEAN and only does one cup. Actually a decent thing for a studio where you don’t want to keep all the coffee-making junk. I still think it’s remarkably “evil,” however, though I’m managing to maintain a sense of humor about it.
Discovering the rollover was fun ! I love surprises! So happy you are back and like your many fans enjoy the many topics that intrigue and entertain and challenge me to think and then you post pictures of wonder and splendor and blue sky and open spaces as well. What a feast! I went for a walk in the creek yesterday . It was bliss.
Thank you,
I’m kind of neutral about coffee-makers, but I have always loved spiders. My mother told me long ago that they were benign creatures of great cunning and perseverance. (James Joyce said something similar, but I give mom the credit.) She never killed a spider, just picked it up and gently put it outside the house. Funny how these early thoughts enter your head and cannot be extipated by any amount of actual knowedge. To this day it delights me to see a spider patiently spinning its web or waiting for prey, and it pains me to see that web demolished by a fussy or judgmental human. I will defend this species to the death! (Likely my death rather than theirs.)