Musings

Roll with it

The morning routine began as normal: measure water into the electric drip coffee maker, measure ground coffee, assemble machine, poke on-button, watch the blue light illuminate, return to morning fog—wince and check a few headlines.

Cock ear toward pot…hmm. No gurgling. Glance. Yup, there’s the blue light. Wha?

Despite off-on restarting, gentle shaking, etc., still no heat.

Hmm. Plan B.

I dug out our souvenir Moka Pot, and remembered that it always takes a long time (to me) to heat and brew. Still, it did so, and I sipped fine hot coffee. Whew.

I invaded the Guru’s fog with the news…and he sipped the substitute coffee, and surfaced…. By noon we had researched electric coffee makers in our preferred price range, (no, not paying $400 plus tax—or more), and fetched the chosen model home. By one, we’d unboxed, done the two water-only brews to clean the new machine, and had actual coffee brewing.

Serendipity followed by mission accomplished.

Day bracketing

This morning was all fog…and I somehow thought obscurity matched my mood.

This evening we had a flare of orange-pink, and I somehow thought things were looking up.

Extras

At BookClub, we always talk about more than The Book. This time, we also went out to check our hostess’s new patio upgrade (already had the waterfall; the fireplace is new), and furthermore did a bit of star-gazing (not shown—heh).

Mantel, wreath, candlesticks

Isn’t this a fab wreath! [It’s the neighbor’s, along with many other wonderful decorations, some even real and smelling…wonderfully evergreen.]

This makes a fine still-life, no?

Survivors = troopers ?

We had rain off and on all day, and I looked out into the gloom at one point, and a sprig of a 5 foot tree in the understory sported bright yellow leaves, such survivors.

I found out today that coral and jade are the 35th wedding anniversary materials.

Take a peek

Windows are pretty amazing. And relatively modern. Glad I don’t live, at least part of the day, in a window-less structure with dried mud walls. Anyway, glass…so good.

Whew

It turns out I sometimes (often?) make a trap for myself. You see, I select a photo and get it ready to post, then set it aside to wait for words, an idea…that part. Then, I can forget I need to actually do the post…and whoops, like tonight, I zipped back downstairs to find words and make it happen. Goodnight!

Fudged reality

I like this hazy reality, achieved by shooting/looking through a dirty window, and also I was enjoying a lovely albeit chilly dawn a-breaking.

Step on it!

Two possible interpretations: 1) it’s a stepping stone; or 2) it’s almost 2025, just one more month to go, and let’s hurry.

Clearly, I’m no comedy writer.

Kitty n bow-tie

A cat and her toys; she didn’t play with any of them while we were there.