Welcome to a wonderful fall-weather weekend. Well, that’s how it is in Connecticut. I hope your weather is seasonable, unless you live where it’s still hurricane season. Whatever the weather, David and I meet to escape the weather and the woes the world tosses around. I know there are many things, good and bad, happening. They’re just not happening here. Here, we’re geared up to give Linda’s weekly prompt a try:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “hand.” Use it as a noun, use it as a verb, use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!
SoCS by Linda G. Hill
I think we can work with that.
“I have to hand it to you Dan.”
“What’s that, David.”
“The way you snuck two weeks’ worth of the Cow Parade into your Thursday Doors challenge. Taking advantage of a close relationship with the host?”
“Not at all. It says right in the Guidelines that you can include other material as long as there’s a door in there somewhere.”
“You’re not comfortable with authority, are you?”
“Why would you say that?”
“You’re wishy-washy. I read that page you referred to, you were even reluctant to call them rules.”
“I don’t like rules. At least not for something like this.”
“Challenges typically have rules, Dan.”
“Bars have rules too. My favorite is, ‘If you’re going to sit at my bar flapping your gums, you’d better have a drink in your hand or some food on order.”
“Sorry, Curley. Please bring my disappointed friend a glass of John Howell’s Bourbon, and all the other things in his normal order—I’m sure he’ll enforce the rule regarding cherries—and I’ll have a Modelo.”
“Or any other full-bodied lager, Curley—he’s not particular about that, either.”
“Why are you on my case, David?”
“I’m just busting your chops. You’re such an easy target, Dan. Sometimes I think you’re too nice for your own good.”
“I think the world needs nice.”
“I suppose, but I wouldn’t wait up for its arrival.”
“Not to worry. I’m not that naïve.”
“Good that you qualified that.”
“That was for your benefit.”
“Not to change the subject…”
“But you’re going to.”
“Ha! You’re right.”
“As you were saying.”
“Yes, I was about to ask if you’re going to the Big-E”
“I am. Early next week.”
“Next week? You mean the week of the twenty-second?”
“No. Next week, the week of the fifteenth.”
“I don’t think of that as being next week, I mean, it’s almost tomorrow.”
“Weeks start on Sunday—on most calendars—so, on Saturday, Monday is part of next week.”
“My Outlook calendar starts the week on Monday.”
“A) That’s a setting you can change, and B) That would still be next Monday. In any case, I use ‘next’ to indicate the upcoming Monday.”
“Whatever. Did you go to the Four Town Fair?”
“Yes, I went Thursday.”
“I’m not going to ask which Thursday.”
“The only Thursday—the fair only runs four days.”
“How did we get so hung up on which and when and crap like that?”
“You’re the one who wants to see rules being enforced. And before we violate another one, Curley, could we get a pizza.”
“Sure. You guys usually get ‘The Works,’ is that okay?”
“Yes, and another round when it’s ready.”
“When the round is ready or the pizza?”
“Don’t you start, Curley.”
“He asks a good question, Dan. Most of my bourbon is gone.”
“That’s cause you drink faster when you’re frustrated. Curley, let’s have that next round now, before David has to start drinking that seltzer he always makes you pour.”
“You know what, Dan?”
“What?”
“I liked it better when you were nice.”
Notes about the gallery: A few people asked what happens to the milkweed pods as they get ready to spread. The pods split. Inside, the seeds are lined up, each with its own set of fluffy wings. They take to the wind and spread. In some places, they are considered invasive but bees and butterflies love them.
The photo of the bag of Doritos is a “Walking Taco.” They crunch up the Doritos and scoop in the fixin’s of a taco. They give you the bag and a fork.
Many of the photos are courtesy of my lovely wife.
















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