Happy Saturday and Happy Labor Day weekend to those of us in the United States and Canada. Other countries might also celebrate, but they didn’t tell Google. Of course, for retired folks like David me, holiday weekends are a time to avoid the highways. So we’re going to sit here with Curley, enjoy an adult beverage and see what Linda has in store for us:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “toast.” Use it as a noun, use it as a verb, use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!
If we were having a beer, I think you’ve been checking up on me.
“Good afternoon, Dan.”
“Hello David. Are you okay, you seem a bit apprehensive.”
“Actually, I’ve been wondering about you. In fact, I wasn’t sure you were going to show up today.”
“You thought I was going to miss having a couple of beers with you.”
“I did. You seem to be missing a lot lately.”
“Let’s make sure you guys don’t miss placing an order. David, can I bring you your regular assemblage of glassware? Dan, a Modelo draft?”
“Yes, and yes, Curley. I’m answering for Dan, but his tastes rarely change.”
“I might point out that I’ve moved from Sam Adams, to Yuengling, to Corona to Modelo in the time we’ve been coming here, David. I’d further add that I would gladly switch to Brooklyn Lager or Naughty Nurse Amber, if they brought those back.”
“Here’s your John Howell’s Bourbon, your seltzer and your ice, David, and your cherries. Dan, I hate to tell you, but those beers aren’t coming back until this country loses its infatuation with IPAs. You’re lucky Modelo is still on tap.”
“Cheers, David, let’s toast the holiday weekend. Now what’s all this about me missing stuff?”
“Your blog. I visit your blog on the days you post, and I look forward to reading some of the comments. Lately, you don’t seem to be commenting.”
“You must visit early. I’ve been reading the comments and the posts by the challenge participants later in the day.”
“Why?”
“Why not?”
“Don’t be cute. There must be a reason. You aren’t exactly a person given to spontaneous activity. I mean, if you had a hit man assigned to you, he’d have his pick of places to knock you off.”
“Thanks for that comforting thought.”
“I only mean that you’re predictable to an annoying degree. Except lately. So, what gives?”
“Blame writing, weather and the news, but I don’t want to discuss the news.”
“That’s a good thing, but why are those things to blame?”
“Well, the weather has been nice and cool, so I’ve been trying to get some of things done that I complained it was too hot to do when it was so hot and humid.”
“Okay, I can understand that. That hasn’t affected my schedule…”
“…because you have people to do those things and you don’t give a rat’s ass if they have to work in the heat.”
“That’s not entirely true. I always put a cooler of bottled water out for the crew, and if I’m the last stop of the day, I offer them a beer.”
“That would make you the last stop in my day.”
“What about the other things?”
“I’ve started working on my next book. I like to write in the morning, and I don’t dare open my email.”
“Ah, the news. You’re worried about getting distracted.”
“Exactly. It’s so easy to head down a rabbit hole these days.”
“True, but your blog isn’t related to the news. Why avoid that?”
“I like to check other blogs before I go to mine. I read the posts I want to read, then I read the comments at my place, then I put the laptop to sleep and start working around the house.”
“See what I mean about predictable? If I were to ask—not that I am asking so don’t answer—you to list those other blogs, I bet you could do it in order.”
“I could, I mean, take John Howell for example, he blogs on…”
“Didn’t I tell you I wasn’t asking?”
“You did. I get carried away sometimes.”
“I’m surprised you didn’t go up to Boston this weekend—the Pirates are playing the Red Sox.”
“I would go if I could get a train. Driving to Boston on Labor Day weekend would be crazy. Faith and I went to Sturbridge last weekend, and both the Mass Pike and I-84 were backed up for miles before they merge.”
“Did you go to Old Sturbridge Village?”
“We did, for the Cow Parade.”
“Is that the series of doors you’re going to run before your mystery series from Pittsburgh?”
“Yes. I think I have enough cows for two weeks.”
“But cows don’t have doors, Dan.”
“I tried taking pictures of the cows with a door in the scene.”
“Clever, but I think you just like posting pictures of OSV.”
“You might be right, David.”
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