The coffee machine has the day off. Here’s what happened. Daughter went to Costa Rica and brought back some coffee. The coffee was already ground, so using the machine to brew a cup was not impossible, but it was close to it. A French Press was conscripted into action. Boiling water, tablespoons of coffee, and a four-minute wait was almost like camping out.
Finally, the cup is ready. The coffee is remarkably smooth compared to Columbian. It has a floral finish, which could be offsetting if one is unfamiliar with that element. The primary benefit of caffeine delivery is accomplished, so in the end, it is a success.
Just at the finish of the cup, the Westminister chime doorbell causes Twiggy and Tempeste to take up the protective high-octave warning system that can cause the ears to bleed. Wondering why people can’t pay attention to the “PLEASE DO NOT RING THE DOORBELL” sign is beyond me. The shutdown of the security system begins.
The turret machine guns are set to stand by, the boiling oil cauldron tipping mechanism is turned off, and the automated arrow launching pods are unarmed. In addition, the Trebuchet, ballista, and falling rock device are switched to manual. The claymore mines are set to manual, the mote net rolled back, and the concertina wire retracted. The Iron gate is raised, and the bolts are thrown on the front door.
Standing there is a guy with a mug that looks like Al Capone. He has a letter and says it needs to be signed for receipt. He also has a clipboard and tells me to sign on line four. I do that, and he hands me the letter. “Don’t leave town,” he says. Before my response, he turns and walks away.
I open the letter, which is from Linda Hill. Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “mug.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!
To see what others have done with the prompt, visit Linda’s post. Here is the link: https://lindaghill.com/2024/10/25/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-oct-26-2024/
Mug by John W. Howell © 2024
“There was no cartoon character.”
“Yeah, just a creepy guy telling me not to leave town,”
“What does it mean?”
“If I didn’t know better, I would say someone is trying to intimidate me.”
“Who would do that?”
“Beats me.”
“Should you call someone?”
“Like who?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe Yosemite Sam.”
“We don’t need that hassle, for sure. How about we go to the pub and forget it?”
“Imagine that. You bring up the pub. I have an Uber right over there.”
“Look at that. A 1940 Ford Tudor Delux.”
“Yeah, it’s a beaut. And good news. No bugs in the teeth either.”
“This can make one forget troubles immediately.”
“Good cause that is want needs to be done.”
“Let’s go.”
