Saturday morning is the time to collect thoughts, drink coffee, and enjoy the blessings of life. Saturday morning is not the time to sit and wait for some human-made machine to decide it knows better than its master when the aforementioned coffee should be delivered. Being powerless means spending time begging, cajoling, threatening, and bargaining with a hank of a stuck-up contraption that obviously thinks it has more privilege than a millennial.
Finally, the cough and sputter raise my will to live. Yes, the coffee is being proffered through two tiny spouts into my double-walled glass mug. The dark brew is topped off with a brown sugar color head that just begs to be sipped. Halfway to my lips, a rumble and shake cause the miracle elixir to slosh onto a bare foot. Not wanting to lose the rest, hopping around on one foot needs to be delayed. The extreme danger of caffeine withdrawal also delays the desire to rant and use curse words that would make ears bleed.
A huge sip of the soothing liquid steadies all systems so that the cause of the disruption can adequately be investigated. A look out of the newly installed rear window causes the eye to want to run into the yard for a closer look. But, showing restraint, it stays with me while the brain sorts out the details.
There, in the backyard, standing upright, is a gigantic rocket. Its color can only be described as slate blue. Near the top are the words ACME 9. It is apparent that this vehicle descended and made a perfect landing in my yard. What is not apparent is who the heck decided that this morning would be a perfect time to land this thing here. As if in answer to the question, a small parachute drifts to a soft touchdown next to the rocket.
Picking up the parachute yields an envelope attached. It is from Linda Hill, and the message inside reads. Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “morning.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!
If you want to enjoy, visit Linda’s blog and read how easy it is to join in. Here is the link. https://lindaghill.com/2022/11/18/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-nov-19-2022/
Morning by John W. Howell © 2022.
“Good morning.”
“Don’t start.”
“What?”
“Teasing me about the prompt and my introduction.”
“Oh my. Did we get up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?”
“Quit using the prompt, and everything will be fine.”
“Quit using ‘morning?’ Why.”
“Cause I already finished the prompt.”
“But we usually underscore it by throwing the prompt around down here.”
“We don’t need to do that today ’cause I nailed it.”
“Okay. Well, we’ll let the others, judge.”
“Others?”
“Oh, stop. Don’t make me turn you to face the missing fourth wall.”
“We never look over there.”
“That’s what I’m saying. Just take my word. You could have done better.”
“Wait a minute. How many ways can you use ‘morning?'”
“You could be creative like ‘Morning has broken like the first morning.'”
“Thanks, Kat.”
“Or ‘Angel in the Morning.'”
“I get what you are saying. I could have even put a video at the end of the post.”
“Now you’re talking.”
“It’s past morning and time for the pub.”
“Your turn to buy.”
“Wait a minute, I bought last time.”
“Yeah, only cause you wanted more than I could afford.”
“Okay, call Uber, and I’ll post the video.”
“Done.”
“And done.”
