Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Prompt – “Something That Closes”

The brew machine delivers a cup of steaming stuff faster than usual. There is more time to fool with the clock. The clock is in the pantry, and the pantry door closes after fetching it. Another dial appears on the back of the clock for the first time. There is a small clock face and a dial. The word ‘alarm’ is beside the face. Looking at my watch, the local time is nine o’clock. So if the alarm is set for Ten o’clock, it will give me an hour in the past.

The alarm is set, and the day and year are chosen: November 24, 1923. Now, to pull the pin to engage. Whoa, that was fast. According to the stadium sign, the location is Forbes Field. That’s a stadium that was in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. It looks like the game is over since most are leaving. Inside is a giant scoreboard with the names Carnegie Tech and Visitor. It looks like the visitors won the game 23 to zero.

A program is on one of the seats, and the visitors have been identified. It is Knute Rockne’s Notre Dame football team. It looks like the game was a little one-sided. The local folks don’t look too happy, but the Notre Dame folks are all singing and laughing.

A guy from the radio station is interviewing Rockne, saying that the game didn’t reflect his team’s strength. He mentions that they could have done more but decided to allow some first-year members to get some experience. That seems reasonable since, for Notre Dame, the score seems modest indeed.

A bell goes off, and my living room replaces Forbes Field. In my hand, the program has turned into a message from Linda Hill. It reads. Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “something that closes.” Write about the first thing that pops into your head that closes. Enjoy!

To see how others handled the prompt, visit Linda’s post. Here is the link. https://lindaghill.com/2023/11/24/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-nov-25-2023/

Something That Closes by John W. Howell © 2023

“The pantry door was a cheap way around the prompt.”

“Well, ours does.”

“Tell me again why you don’t use the pronoun, ‘I'”

“Too many first person, present tense stories overuse the pronoun. Everyone gets tired of seeing ” I, I ” all the time.”

“Okay, I get that. Once in a while wouldn’t hurt.”

“I suppose, but I’m trying to do a story without.”

“You just said I.”

“Y0u and are a talking. That’s not what I mean.”

“I’m confused. You know what else closes?”

“Yes, the pub. Did you order an Uber?”

“He’s here.”

“By those Amish buggies?”

Photo by Crystal Tubens on Unsplash

“He’s is one of those Amish buggies.”

“Why did I ask?”

“Enquiring minds want to know.”

“Maybe we should walk.”

“Come on. It will be fun.”

 

 

Friday JohnKu – AKA – TGIF – Fri-Yay/Goodnews

Braith, Max, George, Harrison, Alex, and Zach rescued this family and two other girls from a flash rip tide – Supplied by Kiama SLSC.

Today’s good news story comes from the Good News Network. Here it is in its entirety.

Seven Swimmers Owe Their Lives to Australian Teens on Boogie Boards–2 Rescues in One Week

 

Unrelated teenage surfers rescued swimmers from drowning off the south coast of Australia on two separate occasions last week, proving that while the stereotype of young surfers is one of laxness, it isn’t all a bad thing.

It was November 18th when six friends aged between 12 and 15 were boogie boarding on Kiama Beach in the Australian state of New South Wales. Just 20 minutes after rescue personnel finished their shift and went home for the day, they became aware via screaming that 6 people had been swept hundreds of meters out to sea in a rip current.

A mom with her three young daughters and two young women were all caught in the violent water, leaving buddies Max Laird, Braith Davidson, George Griffin, Harrison Smee, Alex Norris, and Zach Marsden as the only entity on the beach able to affect a rescue.

Luckily, these strapping young lads are all members of the Kiama Surf Life Saving Club, and Harrison, the oldest of the crew at 15, led them back to dry land on their boards to save some lives.

George described the event as “shocking” but told ABC News Australia that “we just had to do what we could.”

“I got to an 8, 9-year-old kid called Matt, and by the time I got to him, he was completely underwater, just his hand above the surface of the water, so I was pretty worried,” said George.

Harrison, George, and their comrades rescued all 6 girls, just nights after another group of surfers on another beach rescued another person—this time a distressed teenage boy swimming alone after safety patrol hours.

Rescue on Jones Beach – supplied to ABC by Lucas Mak

This rescue, which took place on Jones Beach about 2 miles north of Kiama Beach, was carried out by high schoolers Lucas Mak, George Kalajzich, and Dax Cairncross, who used a surfboard to reach the drowning fellow who had also been caught in a “rip” as they call it Down Under.

Lucas and his friends – supplied to ABC by Lucas Mak

“We met the guy out in the rip and started paddling back to the shore slowly. He couldn’t really walk, so his mates picked him up,” Lucas said.

A spokesman for the Surf Life Saving Club said that the rescues were a testament to the awareness, bravery, and focus that can be shown even by young people when given the proper training, as the youngest rescuer was 12 years old.

The good news here is that the stereotyped behavior of teens is just that, a stereotype. Today’s JohnKu talks about stereotypes. I hope you have a great weekend.

Generalizations by John W. Howell ©2023

You have heard about,

Those people who you don’t like . . .

Do amazing things.

 

Thursday – A Little Personal – Twiggy’s Thanksgiving Wish

“Twiggy is in her soft prison cell with her Benny wishbone and has a wish for you.”

“Thanks, Dad. I am speaking from my position of exile here in my place of incarceration. Even though I’m denied some of the finer things of life, I am grateful for the gourmet food, the roof over my head, and my two times-a-day exercise periods. I know this isn’t forever, so I keep smiling and pestering the jailers as much as possible.

My wish for you today is that you have a very Happy Thanksgiving surrounded by those you love, just like me. Dad has closed comments, and we all hope you enjoy the day.”

Wednesday – A Prompt from Teagan Geneviene- Diary

 

Last week, Teagan Geneviene posted a delightful challenge, which was to have a character post a diary entry. The reason for the entry was to develop the character further and add to the author’s understanding of the character’s personality. By clicking on Teagan’s name, you can go see the post. It is really worth the visit.

As many of you know, my last two books, Eternal Road and The Last Drive, have Lucifer himself as a central character. He has to be the penultimate protagonist. Like most characters, Lucifer has a side of him that even the author may not know about. I thought it would be fun to look in his Diary (hopefully without being caught) to see if there is something about Lucifer we may learn.

Thanks to Teagan for the prompt.

November 2023

Dear Diary,

Here, we are facing another bleak holiday season. I don’t know about you, but if I had my way, I would eliminate all the humans and their overdone attempts at mirth. However, I always need to remind myself when I think of such a drastic measure that eliminating humans would leave a paucity of souls to torture. I guess I can only dream. Ha.

On another note, Dear Diary, I must make an appointment with my psychologist. I was a bit harsh when I stormed out of his office and banned him to the lower ring. He is such a nudge, though. I don’t think he knows how annoying those “So how did that make you feel?” questions are. I know how the hell I feel. I want him to tell me what it is I should be feeling. I’ll tell you that Sigmund Freud was lucky he squeaked into heaven. I would have him by the neck right now.

Am I that difficult to get along with, Dear Diary? Almost everyone I run into can’t wait to get out of my sight. Do you think I should do something about my appearance? Maybe it’s not me at all, but their insecurities about having blown the Earthy test. I just wish I could have a conversation without all the shaking and knee-knocking. I almost feel sorry for them.

I’m wondering if I should have some kind of office party. No, Dear Diary, not in celebration of you know who’s birthday but just to get to know folks better. I mean, if we all had a chance to meet informally, maybe the knee-knocking and shaking would become a thing of the past. Of course, who am I kidding? I’m the Lord of the Underworld, and folks should be afraid. In fact, if I go on like this next year, please remind me of my place.

I wonder how long some mistletoe would last in this heat? Enough for now, Dear Diary. I hear the arrival horn indicating a new set of miscreants needing a welcome. I think I’ll put on the Hermes red suit. I find folks are much more calm when they see that. That snake with wings outfit really shakes them up. No, Dear Diary, we will leave the pitchfork for another day. I might do a silk pocket square, though. Got it at Neiman’s.

Tuesday Anything Possible – Kreative Kue #408 by Keith Channing

In Keith’s words.

“Using this photo (Below) as inspiration, write a short story, flash fiction, scene, poem; anything, really; even just a caption for the photograph. Either put your offering (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at keithchanning@gmail.com before Sunday evening UK time. If you post it on your own blog or site, a link to this page would be appreciated, but please do also mention it in a comment here. Thank you for taking part.”

Keith’s post link. https://keithchanning.wordpress.com/2023/11/20/kreative-kue-408/

The Photo.

Friends by John W. Howell © 2023

“Come on, each of you. Take my hand.”

“No way. He tried to kill me.”

“I didn’t try to kill him.”

“What would you call it?”

“I tried to maim you.”

“I’m sure you didn’t really want to main him.”

“Yeah, I really did.”

“See, why should I take your hand in peace when that savage is trying to injure me.”

“You both need to calm down and take my hands.”

“He needs to apologize.”

“What did he do?”

“I did nothing. That’s what I did.”

“Why does he need to apologize?”

“He questioned my honor.”

“I didn’t question your honor. I questioned your sanity.”

“Oh my. Why was your honor in question?”

“I decided to call it off with his sister.”

“Yeah. One argument, and he walks. What a coward.”

“Let him finish.”

I didn’t like the way she presented her side of the disagreement.”

“So he just leaves and tells my sister it’s over.”

“What was it about how she presented her side of the argument that you didn’t like?”

“She shot at me with a pistol.”

“She never meant to hit you. If she meant it, she would have you, coward.”

“See, he’s insulting my honor.”

“Okay, this looks like a situation that is not win-win. I say you all walk away and pretty much forget about the whole thing.”

“We can’t do that.”

“Why?”

“We’re friends, that’s why. Have been for twenty years.”

“Yeah, we love each other.”

 

 

 

 

 

Top Ten Things Not to Do on Thanksgiving

Photo by Element5 Digital on Unsplash

 

The inspiration for this list is the fact that this week is Thanksgiving here in the US. There have been several Thanksgiving situations that I personally witnessed, and I thought it would be fun to capture them and provide ample warning for your occasion this year. If you have ever done any of these things, it might be a nice change to sit back and let others have center stage this year.

10 On Thanksgiving, do not try to prepare the perfect Turkey. If you do, at best, you’ll have reason to cry. At worst, not only is this year’s turkey not perfect, it is the worst one ever. (Nothing like eating what resembles dry balsa wood, huh, Chandler?)

9 On Thanksgiving, do not invite your cousin Tiny, the WWF wrestling champ, to your house for dinner. If you do, at best, you’ll possibly get by with only a broken dining room chair. At worst, Tiny and your uncle Jim will continue the feud that began last year’s Thanksgiving dinner. (Who is going to clean up what looks like a movie bar fight scene in your living room, Cohen? Not to mention reviving Aunt Helen.)

8 On Thanksgiving, do not try out that experimental stuffing recipe on the family. If you do, at best, you’ll have plenty left over. At worst, the family will feel cheated out of a traditional dinner. (Who started the food fight is not a question that needs an answer right now, Canyon. It is probably more important to get that stuff off the walls before it hardens.)

7 On Thanksgiving, do not think you can deep-fry your Turkey in the kitchen. If you do, at best, your place will smell like an oil derrick for a month. At worst, the fire department will declare what’s left of your house and lot a hazardous waste site. (Who is going to cover the EPA bill for clean-up, Channing?)

6 On Thanksgiving, do not think it is a good idea to start serving mimosas at eleven o’clock. If you do, at best, you’ll run out of Champaign before everyone is blitzed. At worse, all your guests have lost interest in the dinner and are out in the yard trying to work off the Champaign with touch football. (Don’t worry, Cortez. Sooner or later, they will be back for the leftovers.)

5 On Thanksgiving, do not try some unnatural seating configuration, thinking it will liven the conversation. If you do, at best, you won’t seat sworn enemies next to each other. At worst, since you now have strangers all having to talk to strangers, the sound of crickets is deafening. (That magazine suggestion doesn’t seem all that good right now, does it, Cord?)

4 On Thanksgiving, do not think everyone in the world would enjoy a tofu turkey. If you do, at best, the polite ones will give it a try. At worst, you will wonder why all your guests are on the phone ordering Domino’s delivery. (The fact that you were looking out for everyone’s health doesn’t seem worthwhile now, Cable.)

3 On Thanksgiving, do not think because you hate pumpkin pie, everyone else does as well. If you do, at best, your banana creme will be well received. At worst, the traditionalists will find an excuse to leave early so they can pick up a frozen Mrs. Smith’s pumpkin pie. (Hare to believe you only have one guest remaining, isn’t it, Cacey?)

2 On Thanksgiving, do not think sharing leftovers is not expected. If you do, at best, you’ll get some strange looks as people leave. At worst, your loudest relative will ask out loud, What? No leftovers to take home? (Maybe you should have put together some to-go containers, Cadell. Well, there is always next year if any return.)

1 On Thanksgiving, do not think you can turn off the football game. If you do, at best, you’ll have some complaints. At worst, you will discover most of the guests in your bedroom watching the game anyway. (It is shocking that people want to watch a game even if it is the two worst teams playing. Right, Cadell?)

Views of the Neighborhood – In Search of Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving is not the kind of holiday where you see a lot of decorations. I found evidence of a spirit of Thanksgiving and want to share it with you. We are catered by  Franklin Barbeque of Austin. Our entertainment is Dee Dee Sharp.

Sandwiches

  • Brisket
  • Pulled Pork
  • Turkey
  • Chopped Beef
  • Tipsy Texan

Sides

  • Potato Salad
  • Slaw
  • Pinto Bean

Pies

  • Bourbon Banana
  • Pecan
  • Ruby’s Dang Pie
  • Key Lime Pie

Picture of an old time school bus

We are ready

A happy turkey welcome.

Texas style of leaves turning.

Hints of yellow in the green.

Crape Myrtles are ready for the winter.

 

There you go. A little flag.

A bee is thankful for The Producer’s Roses. (photo by The Producer)

A banner that screams harvest.

A longhorn and unique Thanksgiving display.

A tired turkey. (It could have been overserved.) The Christmas wreath is a nice touch.

A nod to the season in the flowerboxes.

Our favorite Armadillo is all decked out to greet the Great Turkey.

Ride ’em, Turkey.

Now let’s relax and have some food and enjoy the entertainment. I hope you have a great week and Happy Thanksgiving.

Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Prompt Clown

A picture of a string with drops of water- the logo for SoCSCoffee has a way of calming nerve endings, and the coffee machine makes the need for calming nerve endings an absolute necessity. The grinding beans, the sound of tamping, and the initial spurt of brown aroma-filled liquid from the spout are all designed to place the anticipation gauge on maximum. It makes one want to tell the machine to quit the clown act and deliver the goods.

Finally, the cup is full, and the first sip is recorded as incoming by the central nervous system. The brain lights up and remembers the alarm clock gift from the president of Warner Brothers. Picking it up brings back the challenge of figuring out how to set it so a visit can be made to a time zone, knowing how much time can be spent there.

The dial for the year is set to 1923 cause it is a hundred years ago. The month and date are set for November 18th cause that is today. Now, how do I set the alarm that will bring me back? Wait, here is a little switch that says ‘pull.’

OMG, it is San Diago, and there is Ed Fletcher unveiling the Pacific coast milestone of a southern transcontinental highway in San Diego’s downtown plaza and reading a message of congratulations from President Coolidge. This ends the transcontinental route from Washington, D.C., to Dan Diago. What is that ringing?

Back in my living room, but not before being handed a letter by a bystander to the event. The letter is from Linda Hill (how does she do that?) and reads. Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “clown.” Use it as a noun or a verb; use it however you’d like. Have fun!

To see what other bloggers do with this prompt, visit Linda’s post. Here is the link. https://lindaghill.com/2023/11/17/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-nov-18-2023/

Clown by John W. Howell © 2023

“How come you don’t stay longer at the places you visit?”

“Cause I still haven’t figured out how to set the time for the alarm.”

“That is a bummer. This series might be a bust.”

“Don’t clown around about that.”

“I’m serious. You have to spend a little more time. You were lucky to even get the description out.”

“Yeah, No kidding.”

“You did get the prompt in, though.”

“You noticed.”

“Who could miss it.”

“Well, let’s celebrate.”

“I ordered an Über.”

“I’m afraid to look.”

“You might be surprised.”

“Wow, I am surprised. We are going in style.”

Let’s go.”

“Who’s the clown who is going to pay for this?”

“Check that mirror over there.”

“Thought so.”

Friday JohnKu – AKA – TGIF – Fri-Yay/Good News

Today’s story comes from the Good News Network. Here it is complete.

Will Falcon, aka Vitaly Sokol, CC license

Dominica to Create World’s First Sperm Whale Reserve–for the 200 That Call the Island Home

Sperm whales are the ocean’s greatest nomads, but one island in the Caribbean is creating a permanent home for them.

A roughly 300 square mile patch of ocean in the territorial waters of Dominica is the only place known on Earth where sperm whales can be seen regularly throughout the year when they arrive to breed, and it’s here that Prime Minister Roosevelt Skerrit of the island nation has established the world’s first sperm whale reserve.

“The 200 or so sperm whales that call our sea home are prized citizens of Dominica,” Mr. Skerrit said.

“Their ancestors likely inhabited Dominica before humans arrived. We want to ensure these majestic and highly intelligent animals are safe from harm and continue keeping our waters and our climate healthy.”

The marine reserve covers 800 square kilometers for those using metric, an area where commercial shipping and fishing will be forbidden from entering. Large ships can harm sperm whales, but smaller vessels, designated in the law as artisanal fishing, will be permitted inside the reserve, provided their methods do not harm the whales.

Sperm whales have the biggest teeth in the animal kingdom. They also have the biggest brains and can pass down a unique cetacean culture that includes dialects of their clicking language.

Tourists will be able to view and swim with the creatures in sustainable numbers, BBC reports.

The good news is a country takes its animal citizens seriously and has taken measures to protect them. Today’s JohnKu wonders about the rest of the world. I hope you have a fabulous weekend.

Citizen Animals by John W. Howell © 2023

Dominica cares,

To protect its citizens . . .

Will you join in, too?

Thursday – A Little Personal – Twiggy Bound

“What are you doing?”

“Looking at these ugly runners.”

“We put those down so you won’t slip on the tile.”

“Did y’all have a choice of colors?”

“Those runners are for your protection. Now that you can walk around a little, we don’t need a slip and fall.”

” I appreciate them. It’s just this healing process takes so long.”

“I know. But look at you. Using the wedge to get up here.”

“It does give me a feeling of freedom to be able to move around.”

“I hear a ‘but’ in there somewhere.”

“Well, being out of this jail would be nice.”

“You know it is for your own good.”

“Doesn’t make it any easier.”

“Look how far you have come already. You walk like a champ and try to sneak runs.”

“I know. I wish I could go into the backyard and battle a wildebeest.”

“That day will come, sweetheart. You just have to be patient.”

“A virtue that somehow I missed when it was handed out.”

“Buck up, Beanie. You’ll be fine.”

“You’re right, Dad. Thanks.