The humans have proposed a day trip. When I heard them discussing it, I was under the impression it was just to the local furniture store to buy a table, but we are going to visit Old Mesilla, a town which, even though it is in a completely different state, is closer to the city we are in than the city we are in is to any other city in Texas. Sometimes Midgard just doesn’t make sense.
We are taking the long way there. Sigyn is entranced by the fields of cotton and the orchards of pecan trees we are passing, all watered by cleverly constructed canals that tap from the Rio Grande. I am busy planning how best to annex this territory when I launch my final push to take over the planet. From what I can tell, whoever controls the supply of three vital commodities—water, adobe, and Hatch green chilies—can be king in this part of the world.
We have arrived. It’s a small place, but apparently “rich in history.” Its main claim to fame is once having housed the notorious outlaw Billy the Kid. Well, now it has housed me, so it is even more significant.
There is a bi-towered church on the main plaza.
I know Sigyn would like to see inside, but unfortunately the doors are locked. That is fine with me. It doesn’t appear to be the sort of place that would welcome a Norse God anyway.
The human male wants to take some photos of the outside. I have other plans for his camera.
The square is surrounded by quaint little shops. Sigh. I just know I’m going to be dragged in and out of each and every one of them, but for my sweetie’s sake I will paste on a happy face and tag along. Besides, I might be able to find a good present for her. Yule is only three months away, after all.
This shop seems to be full of very… colorful knicknackery. Some of it is tasteful, if a bit religiously offensive to someone of my godliness.
I haven’t the heart to tell her that the little well is meant as a receptacle for holy water, not an observation post…
Great Frigga’s Hairpins! Such gaudy papier mache’ pussycats!
The human female’s mother is in the market for a new feline. But I do not think this is the sort she has in mind. Still, I might buy her one of these. She’d have to display it, out of politeness, and either one of them would clash wonderfully with all of her eagles and blue and white china…
And I might invite these fine fellows home for dinner.
We’ll have a jam session afterwards and all the neighborhood dogs will bark. It’ll be great.
Sigyn has discovered some more sedate companions.
Licking Sigyn on the forehead in 3…2…1. Slurp!
This next emporium has a selection of woven end embroidered items.
Those are so bright that I bet even the human female couldn’t manage to lose the glasses case in the black hole that is her backpack.
Store with spiced pistachios and local wine.
And our penultimate stop, the building that used to be the jail that held that famous outlaw. There is some very touristy stuff here, as well as a little something that I think will need to make an appearance in the human female’s stocking…
After all, Yule is only three months away…