As I look at the presence of a subway transportation system as a defining element of a great city, I am struck by the fact that “metro” is the Spanish word for “subway.” No doubt arising from “metropolis.”
But it also means meter, as in the metric measure of length.
So how many metros did you take the metro?
Oh, why does my mind run off in these poco loco directions, anyway? Just like my newest novel.
inward nurture / awareness / spirituality
modesty / quietude / passion
The automatic coffeemaker came from a yard sale. A Cuisinart for, as I recall, five bucks or so. It even grinds its own beans at 4 in the morning, just like we ordered.
We like our brew with a Latin kick. Cuban roasted, for instance. Like espresso, which I turn au lait – or, in this case, Ole’!
Even curbing back my caffeine intake to a cup a day, as my doctor ordered, it’s heavenly.
Imagine rolling over in bed, hearing the grinder kick in downstairs, and then finding the pot freshly made.
What a way to say good morning to the world!
Hopping in the shower (expecting hot water)
Assuming the food won’t be poisoned
Pumping what they say is gasoline
Sleeping . And dreaming
Putting an envelope in the mail
Traveling . In any direction