Friday, September 18, 2009
Mater's brand new Internet connection is up and running courtesy of a satellite dish perched on the roof of the house.
The floating disc is, by all accounts, a monstrosity.
"It's ginormous," Mater said. "All this technology. I'm not sure if I'm in my own home or at the United Nations headquarters."
More swiftly than ever, Mater is, by such thoroughly magical means, empowered to investigate details that concern my days; she can, for instance, tell me about the nearest thundercloud or the most convenient local store in which to buy a pair of shoes. All these notes she obtains from the comfort of her swivel chair, long before she finishes the day's first cup of tea.
Mater Headquarters: a domain festooned with an array of enormous satellite dishes, a guarded control tower, and a shivering flag- the latter bearing a single protective eye and emblazoned with the letter M.
Posted by Phyllis Hunt McGowan at 3:07 PM