The last gurgle from the pretentious coffee maker has me near my happy place. The aroma of those Columbian beans freshly ground and tamped into submission, then doused with scalding water, makes me drool. The twin spouts give forth the elixir of life that soon will be crossing my lips. One final drip and a grab of the mug, followed by a big sip of the soothing syrup, will allow the day’s trials to be faced.
Speaking of trials. As the caffeine hits the brain, the realization that the safe problem, followed by the Yosemite Sam problem capped off by the Wile E. Coyote problem, is still unsolved. A look out the back windows verifies that the safe is still there. That means the other issues remain as well. My front security alert tone hits my phone as if to underscore the fact. Lucy and Twiggy live for that sound and are now acting out the part of Igor’s baying hounds. A quick handout saves the walls around the front door from total annihilation.
After using the speaker to determine Wile is out there, the security disengage routine is complete the front door slams open. My “What.” caused Wile to jump. “I thought we would go over the demolition plan.” Scratching my head and then giving the go-ahead, Wile proceed to detail placing some ACME explosives under the safe. This would be followed by attaching an extremely long fuse allowing us both to run down the block. Wile assured me the safe would be lifted out of the yard, and with the assistance of previously installed ACME mini rockets, he could guide it to the waiting bed of a truck.
He produced a contract that, for the most part, absolved him from any liability. With no other viable alternative, my signature hit the line marked ‘sucker.’ It didn’t say sucker, but the translation was complete in my mind as the ink dried. Wile also gave me an envelope and indicated that he needed to get to work. I told him to watch out for Yosemite Sam, and he seemed unconcerned as he headed for the backyard.
I opened the envelope, and sure enough, it was a letter from Linda Hill. There were four sentences in the letter. The first three read Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “happy place.” Write the first thing that comes to mind when you think of “happy place.” Have fun!
The fourth read I can’t believe you signed that contract.
Please visit Linda’s blog and read how if you want to join in. Here is the link https://lindaghill.com/2022/10/14/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-oct-15-2022/
Happy Place by John W. Howell © 2022
“So your happy place is drinking a cup of coffee?”
“Yes. You don’t have to tell me yours.”
“That obvious, huh?”
“Duh.”
“Well, I could think of worse places than the pub.”
“Don’t get me wrong, I see nothing wrong with your choice.”
“Yeah. You do join me there after all.”
“Not all the time, though.”
“How do you know?”
“Well, I assume you go to the pub without me.”
“You think there is life beyond this post?”
“Um. Never thought of it before.”
“Well, think now. You and I live as long as there is a Stream of Conscious Saturday.”
“What are you saying?”
“As soon as the blog page turns, so to speak, we don’t exist.”
“That’s crazy. What about all those times we hung out?”
“Name one.”
“Last week. We had VooDoo Rangers at my place.”
“That was how the post ended. Do you remember drinking a VooDoo Ranger?”
“Now you are scaring me.”
“You’re right. Let’s drop it and go to the happy place.”
“Sometimes I don’t understand you.”
“Don’t worry. I was just trying to get John’s goat.”
“Who?”
“Never mind. Let’s get going.”
“Yes indeed. I’ll buy.”
“You are the best.”
