Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Prompt – “Wind”

Saturday mornings are the best. There is a light wind, so the 100-degree temperatures outside don’t feel like a blowtorch. The weather person last night bemoaned the lack of twenty-mile-an-hour winds since there would be no cooling effect. He must live in another country, since the wind, along with the high temperatures, usually makes it feel even hotter unless you are wrapped in a water-soaked towel.

The coffee machine is ready for me, and touching the two coffee icon on the touchscreen starts the process that will stop the metal boat construction-like noise in my head. The coffee is ready, and the aroma begins its work. The first sip stops the riveter. We know, of course, that the second sip will bring on a combination of noises approaching earbleed. And so it goes. The second sip is accompanied by the Westminster chime/St. Louis barking combo that could be used to get terrorists to talk. A quick toss of a bone into the soundproof room and a door slam bring back the peace reminiscent of the song “Peace in the Valley.”

A glance at the security monitor tells me the dope who can’t read the “Do Not Ring the Doorbell” sign is a character who looks very much like Goofy, holding an envelope and a clipboard. Knowing dialogue regarding leaving the envelope will be useless; the security shutdown has begun.

The B-2 bomber squadron and the F-35 escort must be called off. One call does it. The tank corps and gunboats are told to stand by. The Apache helicopters are rerouted. The electric shock fence is turned off. The drawbridge over the quicksand is lowered. The robot attack dogs returned to their charging station. The laser-guided machine guns on the roof are set to caution. The nest filled with rattlesnakes put away. The bucket filled with 1000 marbles is locked down. The tear gas canisters shut off. The electrified welcome mat set to off. The fall-away sidewalk into the pit filled with spikes is locked. The hornet’s nest closed. The water cannons are set to safety. Bear traps are set to off. Peregrine Falcons perched on the roof above front door fed. The vat of boiling oil set to warm. The vote Republican signs covered. The front door is opened.

Goofy hands me the clipboard and envelope and gives me the universal sign for a tip. The signed clipboard is passed back with a fiver attached. To make Goofy’s experience most rewarding, as the front door is shut, the following words come through the security sound system. “Find something you love, and be great at it. No one quits something they’re good at.”

The envelope contains a message from Linda Hill. Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “wind.” Use it as a noun, use it as a verb, use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!

To see what others have done with the prompt, visit Linda’s post. Here is the link: https://lindaghill.com/2026/07/24/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-july-25-2026/

“Somehow, the word ‘Wind’ makes me think of something else.”

“Don’t even go there.”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

“I can always count on you to somehow take us off the rails.”

“Well, you have to admit it makes life interesting.”

“Yes, it does, and sometimes dangerous.”

“When were you ever in danger?”

“How about every Saturday riding in one of your crazy Ubers?”

“Okay, I’ll give it to you. There were times. Speaking of Uber, it’s over there.”