Happy Saturday. David and I are gathered at the bar on a cold day at the end of a cold week here in Connecticut. The temperature wasn’t that bad, 26°f (-3°c) in the morning but going up to 47°f (8°c) by the afternoon most days. Still, it felt colder than that. Maybe it’s just having to adjust to those first below-freezing walks. I don’t normally walk if the temperature is below 20°f (-7°c) — the “feels like” temp has dropped below that number, but I’m sticking with the actual number. Right now, it feels like it’s time for a beer.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “full/empty.” Use one, use ’em both, use ’em any way you’d like. Bonus points for getting them both into your post. Have fun!
SoCS by Linda G. Hill
“Good afternoon, my young friend.”
“Good afternoon, David. Have you seen Curley?”
“He was delivering some drinks to the lounge.”
“Drinks? It looks like a kids’ birthday party.”
“Soda and iced tea.”
“Hey guys. Can I pour you the usual?”
“Unless you’re running a Black Friday sale on something interesting, Curely.”
“Sorry, David. We are planning to take two dollars off a full shot of Johnnie Walker Black Label, but only during Happy Hour next Friday.”
“Next Friday? I’ve been getting Black Friday Sale adds since before Halloween.”
“Friday, David. Fri — Day! Not week, month, season or any other designation.”
“But nothing off John Howell’s Bourbon?”
“Nope. Top shelf stuff like John Howell’s never goes on sale. If you’re a good boy, I’ll slide you a free refill at Christmas.”
“A good boy? As in on Santa’s list?”
“Um, David, I think in this case, ‘good boy’ would refer to the tips Curley receives between now and Christmas.”
“Here’s your Modelo, Dan. I like the way you think. David, here’s that collection of glassware you call a mixed drink. I have to tap a new bag of Root Beer.”
“Bag?”
“It’s a bag in a box kind of thing. It gets mixed here at the serving head. Those kids love it and the current bag is empty.”
“What about you, Dan. Will you be offering any sale prices for Black Friday?”
“Actually, I am, David. In fact, Poetic Justice goes on sale tomorrow and runs through Friday. Ninety-nine cents will get you the Kindle version. The other books go on sale on different days and run for five to seven days. Everything will be on sale for Black Friday — the day Curley is discounting shots.”
“I prefer paperback.”
“I gave you a paperback copy…remember.”
“Yes, I do. I was just reaffirming my choice, for future reference.”
“Noted.”
“Not that I really care, but shouldn’t the Kindle copies be on sale for Cyber Monday?”
“Some of my books will be on sale for Cyber Monday, but the Poetic Justice sale ends Friday night.”
“I’m going to regret asking, but why?”
“Amazon has some quirky rules about when you can schedule sales like this. For example…”
“Okay, I was right, I regret asking. I don’t care why. Just post a schedule on your blog and let people figure it out. If they’re buying a book, they can read.”
“Done and done.”
“Did you finish your yardwork? Ready for winter?”
“Almost. I bagged up more leaves yesterday. I put the snow stakes in the ground on Thursday, and I rearranged the shed so the snowblower is front and center.”
“What’s left? Ugh, there I go again.”
“I need to put some protective mats on the outside steps in the back. If it gets icy, we wear cleats, and I don’t want to tear up the Trex.”
“Might I recommend staying inside? That’s what I do.”
“I still have to go out to clear the driveway — I don’t have people like someone I know — and the birds and squirrels still need food and water.”
“Do you still clear a path for delivery folks?”
“I do. If we get snow, I clear a path for them, and a place to put the trash bins.”
“I think you just like using your snowblower.”
“You might be right, David. You might be right.”
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