Beer and a Slice – #SoCS

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I’m out of beer

Cheryl makes a pretty good Michelada

It’s time to visit the bar for Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Linda G. Hill is combining SoCS with Just-Jot-January again, so we get double-credit for dealing with this prompt:

“Your prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: ‘art.’ Talk about something that’s hanging on your wall. Add a picture, if you’d like. If you have no art on your walls, talk about something in a museum. Have fun!”

If we were having a beer, I’d be a tad late and the tension at the bar would be palpable.

“Look who’s finally showing up.”

“It’s three O-five. Cut me some slack.”

“So, Dan. Co – Ro – Na…?”

“Yes Cheryl. I will have a Corona.”

“Phew. I heard you were in here on Wednesday but that you sipped a seltzer while waiting for two pizzas.”

“That’s true. This will be my first beer of two-thousand nineteen.”

“And for you? Wine? Beer? Something from the top shelf?”

“I will have some bourbon, Cheryl, but could you drown a couple of cherries in there? I really liked it when you did that.”

“You want a splash of vermouth to make it a Manhattan?”

“Just the cherries.”

“OK.”

“Eleven days without a beer. Is that a personal record?”

“You know, I think it might be.”

“So, you never gave up alcohol for Lent?”

“Give up alcohol for Lent, that’s crazy talk. Here’s your beer, Dan, and here’s your dry Manhattan, crazy man.”

“Spoken like a true LSU fan, Cheryl.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing, just noting that your region’s contribution to Lent was Mardis Gras.”

“In spite of that, this first round on the house – in honor of LSU.”

“Because they won their bowl game, Cheryl?”

“No, Dan. I did enjoy that, but not as much as seeing ‘Bama lose on Monday night.”

“That’s a serious rivalry. Does that mean you’re a Clemson fan now?”

“Hey, tigers are tigers, and…”

“…the enemy of my enemy is my friend?”

“Exactly. You boys want any food today?”

“I was thinking of splitting a pizza, but you said Dan was in here for pizza on Wednesday.”

“You could get a pizza. I can always go for a slice.”

“OK, Cheryl, one pizza with peppers, sausage and onions.”

“I’ll get that right in.”

“So, why were you late?”

“I stopped at the canoe park to take a few pictures.”

“Of what, bare trees? An overflowing river? I’m guessing there weren’t any canoes out today.”

“No canoes. Bare trees, an overflowing river and some bright sunshine.”

“Sorry, I don’t see the attraction.”

“That’s the thing about art, isn’t it?”

“Wait, all of a sudden taking a picture with your cell phone is art?”

“I put the pizza order in. I realized I forgot your ice and seltzer.”

“Thanks Cheryl.”

“After that comment about photos not being art, I’m not sure I’m going to give them to you.”

“I didn’t say photos can’t be art.”

“I should hope not.”

“It’s just that bare trees and small rivers don’t sound like museum worthy stuff.”

“I take it you didn’t see my blog post this week.”

“The one congratulating Clemson?”

“No, the one before that.”

“Maybe, you always have nice photos. I just meant that I doubt many people have stuff hanging on their walls that started as a cell phone picture.”

“I do.”

“You’re just saying that to take Cheryl’s side.”

“No. It’s true. In fact, you’ve seen it.”

“What?”

“The picture behind my desk in my office.”

“That big foggy thing?”

“Yes.”

“That thing is huge. You’re telling me you took that with your phone?”

“I did. As a matter of fact, the picture I took was in portrait orientation. I cropped that out of the bottom half.”

“Wow, I had no idea.”

“OK, boys. Is this argument settled? I think your pizza is almost ready and I like you to be in agreement so I’m not pouring more alcohol onto the fire.”

“We’re good Cheryl. Bring him another beer and I’ll take another splash.”

“Here ya go, and two more cherries.”

“Perfect.”

“And your pizza.”

“Hold it.”

“What?”

“Before you start carving it up, I want to get a picture.”

“Too late Rembrandt, I’m hungry. Take a picture of your slice.”

We’ve had some bright sunny, albeit cold days here. While I’ve been on the lookout for pretty skies, MiMi has been seeking out the warm spots.

Looking over the Farmington River near at sunset.

“Why is it you always seem to be waking me up?”

We’ve had some colorful sunsets lately. I’d rather not have all the buildings and wires, but this color is gone in a matter of seconds.

It looks good, but I enjoy the beer more.

Some days, the city of Hartford looks like a ship on the river.

Looking across the Connecticut River at Great River Park. The river is running very high.

MuMu is single-minded. She wants to be brushed.

This is a flooded observation deck at Great River Park on a foggy day.

This is the portion of the photo I had blown up to 32×40″ for the wall behind my desk.

Looking west along the Farmington River.

I’m working at home today. I think that’s MiMi back there.

Yep, there she is. I’m sure she’s happy to see me.

“I see that you’re working here again. This is getting to be a habit.”

“So, what exactly do you do down there?”

Looking up at MiMi enjoying the sunshine.

MiMi loves this shelf.