Jus Tin Time – #SoCS

I’m out of beer

‘Twas the Stream of Consciousness Saturday before Christmas and all through the joint – Every creature was scrambling to score bonus points:

“Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is ‘tin.’ Use it as a word or find a word with “tin” in it and base your post on that word. Bonus points if you start your post with that word. Enjoy!”

Let’s see if I can get in on the spoils.

Continuing our series of conversations at the bar, Cheryl opens today’s discussion with a cry for help.

“Hey guys, before we get to your drinks, do either of you know anyone around here still selling poinsettias?”

“Having cats in the house, Cheryl, I never bother with those. But I’ll have a Corona when you get around to it.”

“No help Dan. How about bourbon boy? “

“I get my poinsettias at Cormier’s. And, I’ll have wine today.”

“Where are they?”

“I don’t know, they moved two years ago.”

“I thought you said you shop there.”

“I do. I buy a gorgeous poinsettia for my sister every year.”

“How big is it?”

“I get the twenty-five.”

“Inches? Does that include the pot?”

“Dollars. Nice ones start at twenty. I get twenty-five. They have them up to thirty-five.”

“OK, but how big are they?”

“How should I know. I just order it.”

“Don’t you take it over?”

“They deliver.”

“Haven’t you seen it at her house?”

“No, she always comes to my place for Christmas, I put on a nicer spread.”

“Then how do you know they are gorgeous?”

“My sister always thanks me for the beautiful poinsettia.”

“Thanks, but I was hoping to pick one out.”

“Pffft, what’s the point. Pick the price, trust the florist.”

“I hate to butt into this conversation, but ‘trust the florist?’ That’s about the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard you say.”

“Why would you say that, Dan?”

“I’m going to get those drinks. I’m sorry if I started a feud here.”

“It’s OK, Cheryl. He’s entitled to his opinion. I’m just curious.”

“Look, I’ve been burned by florists more times than I care to remember.”

“Well, I’ve had good luck with these guys.”

“As far as you know.”

“You don’t know my family. If my sister didn’t like the poinsettia, she’d bring it with her and dump it on my living room floor.”

“OK, a Corona with a slice of lime and a glass of Meiomi. Now, perhaps you two should change the subject to something less controversial. Maybe sports?”

“Maybe not…”

“Oh, that’s right, your teams played last week. Congrats Dan.”

“You may want to hold off on those congratulations, Cheryl. We play your team tomorrow.”

“OK, so sports are off the table. Shopping is going nowhere. Neither of you travel for Christmas. Other than drinking, what are you two doing this weekend?”

“I set up my tree.”

“Really, Dan? Three days before Christmas? Why the rush?”

“Well, Cheryl. I was going to do it last Saturday, but I had to get my garden shed into winter mode.”

“Stop! I’m going to go check on the tables. I don’t want to hear the ‘S’ word.”

“Well, cheers my friend. Here’s to having plenty of gas and the snow-blower pointed toward the door.”

“You joke, but it makes all the difference when this rain turns to snow.”

“Not to me, I just wait for the plow guy.”

“I know, for every difficult task, you have people.”

“You forget, I’m older than you. I’ve done my time behind a snow-blower.”

“Fair enough.”

“But did it take you all weekend to organize your shed?”

“No, just Saturday.”

“So, you could have put the tree up last Sunday.”

“Last Sunday was the game, I watched at my daughter’s place.”

“Oh, yeah. I’ve been trying to forget that.”

“Hey, I’m being kind. But, you are paying today. That’s the deal.”

“I am. I’m way ahead on this running bet.”

“You are, but not…hey…wait a minute, that’s why you’re drinking wine today – isn’t it?”

“Of course, I’m not paying for John Howell’s bourbon.”

“You know, I think he’s a Steelers fan.”

“All the more reason to have Meiomi.”

“How about some food? Will you splurge for some wings?”

“Cheryl, when you get a chance, can we have another round and an order of 20 wings?”

“I’ll put those right in.”

It’s been raining and dark here as we lead up to Christmas. Cheryl and I won’t speak until Christmas Eve, but I don’t think linking to her site will jinx my team. There will be a simple post here on Monday, but in case you’re too busy, I hope you have a Merry Christmas. If you don’t celebrate Christmas, I hope you are enjoying the holiday season.

Friday morning, outside of Maddie’s.

A) I did not have this B) The blueberry/french toast are substitutes, not in addition to.

Friday morning, inside Maddie’s.

The Colt Dome decorated for Christmas.

Not so early morning in the park. I was running a little late, but I had time to snag one photo.

The sun is still rising near 8:00 am as we walk for coffee.

The sun sets early, but it still can be pretty.

This is for two friends. One who works for this company today and one who worked there when this building was first built.

Pitch dark mornings do make for some pretty reflections.

This is for David. As seen at Old Sturbridge Village during Christmas by Candlelight.

Maddie seems happy to see me early (we closed at noon on Friday).

“Where is that guy with my brush?”

We refer to this as MiMi’s roof-rack. Sometimes she hides under the stool, sometimes in the box.

Do you see the bunny?

Happy squirrel!