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To contrast a standard coffee maker to this one is like comparing a steam locomotive to a bullet train. The locomotive gets the job done over time, but the bullet train delivers results immediately. So with that praise of the coffee machine, the two-button press delivers a double coffee in seconds. The first sip stops the air-hammer-on-concrete sound of caffeine withdrawal in my brain. The second brings the predictable crescendo of a load of cymbals hitting the ground after being shoved off a cliff sound of the Westminster Chime of the doorbell, coupled with the baying of Igor’s hounds. A quick toss of two Benny Bones and a slam of the door to the soundproof room traps Tempeste and Twiggy and produces the silence is golden moment prior to the incursion.
A check of the monitor shows the image of someone who looks like Porkey Pig with a clipboard and an envelope. A quick check verifies the need for a signature so with a sign the security system shout down process is 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. The front door is open.
The pig hands me the clipboard and envelope. The clipboard is returned after signature. The pig has a cloven hoof extended in the classic ‘tip request’ pose. I gave him an excellent tip. “A good plan executed now is better than a perfect plan next week.” Not waiting for his reply, the front door now separates us.
I open the envelope and see a message from Linda Hill. It reads: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “contrast.” 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/2026/05/08/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-may-9-2026/
Contrast by John W. Howell © 2026
“So what was the purpose of comparing the coffee machines?”
“The prompt is contrast, and I wanted to pull it in early.”
“Well, you did that for sure. Say, do I detect a different security system ashut down.”
“Yes you do. My pal Tom Okragly helped me out with that.”
“Why change?”
“I figured folks were getting tired of the old one is all.”
“How did you know that?”
“I put a line in last weeks that if someone spotted the line, I would give them an Amazon gift card.”
“No one did?”
“Nope.”
“Are you telling the truth?”
“No I’m pulling your leg. I just had a feeling.”
“Okay so we’ll see how this one plays.”
“That’s the idea.”
“Are you thinking of changing the pub visit.”
“No that stays. We get to use some unusual rides and that is fun. Speaking of which.”
“Uber is over there.’

“Nice. A 1958 Buick Roadmaster convertable. With a big catch I’m sure.”
“Just a small catch.”
“What’s that?”
“We have to ride with the top down in the strawberry festival parade.”
“Is that all?”
“Well you have to smile and wave.”
“I can do that.”
“And wear this hat.”
“Wait a minute. That’s a giant strawberry.”
“It’s not real.”
“I know that, but look how stupid I look.”
“So?”
“I’m a world famous author. I can’t be looking stupid.”
“The words from your mouth just confirmed the hat is a good fit.”

Today’s good news comes from the Good News Network.
By Andy Corbley –
Australia now boasts one of the world’s largest acreages of private land set aside for conservation, and the Guardian recently reported that generous and wealthy citizens are to thank for it.
Leaving land to conservation purposes in wills and making bequests of estates have played a big role in amassing 24 million acres of privately conserved land.
Bush Heritage Australia manages some 3 million acres of these, and its CEO, Rachel Lowry, told the Guardian that such contributions play an outsized role in their work.
Last year, for example, the organization reported 4,600 such bequests, almost double the 2022 total. They believe it stems from people truly attempting, as we’re often taught, to leave the world in a better place than when they found it.
“Some of Australia’s most threatened and fragile ecosystems and wildlife sit outside of the national reserve system,” said Lowry. “They’re found on private land or pastoral country, and they may have deep cultural and ecological values, but they’re not protected from threats such as land clearing, mining, or invasive species.”
Several organizations in the country, such as the North East Tasmania Land Trust, are carrying out similar work, and the governments of the Australian states are taking notice. One of Bush Heritage’s protected areas, the Pilungah Reserve, was granted protection under Queensland state law equivalent to a federal National Park, demonstrating how valuable the work is seen by the public sector.
In the United States, one of the largest protected areas is a private-public partnership called American Prairie.
American Prairie has spent over 2 decades buying and leasing land between the Charles M. Russel Natural Wildlife Refuge and the Upper Missouri Breaks Natural Monument in Montana to create America’s largest assemblage of wild prairie for the purposes of conservation and recreation. It’s also received donations of land on the way to reaching its current size.
GNN has reported on several major milestones of this massive and constantly growing mosaic of grasslands, hills, woods, and wetlands, including a substantial 22,000-acre land purchase that had blocked public access to the Missouri Breaks, and the clearance of over 100 miles of derelict fencing across their land.
The organization has accumulated 603,657 acres, which comprises 167,070 deeded acres and 436,587 leased public acres. Their goal is ultimately to protect, and in some cases, rewild 2.3 million acres.

In 2024, American Prairie set a new visitation record for the seventh year in a row with more than 6,600 overnight visitors to its huts and campgrounds, and over 5,000 visitors at its National Discovery Center in Lewistown, Montana.
An American organization that helps connect and advocate for private conservation land in the US reports that 61 million acres—more than all the US national parks—are privately held for conservation. This amounts to about 3% of the 60% of American lands that are privately owned.
Called the Land Trust Alliance, it aims to double this number by the end of the decade.
The Good news in today’s story is that private land donations are helping preserve natural resources. Today’s JohnKu talks about private methods. of conservation. I hope you have a super weekend.
Contributions by John W. Howell © 2026
Individuals
Have the power to conserve . . .
God bless those who do.

“The panther catches the puma off guard.”
“The puma reacts as an always-ready warrior.”

“The panther gets a jaw lock on the puma.”
“The puma thumps the panther on the head.”

“The panther breaks the puma’s hold.”
“The puma readies for the next attack.”

“Another jaw lock by the panther.”
“A ferocious roar by the puma throws the panther off.”

“The panther gets a nice chunk of chest fur.”
“The puma’s not worried since there is a lot of it.”

“The panther breaks the hold and gets ready for the death blow.”
“The puna prepares for the final thrust of the panther.”

“And so it comes. The panther siezes the puma by the throat.”
“The puma gives out another huge roar, scaring the panther.”

“The panther decides to let the puma live another day.”
“The puma congratulates the panther on a well-done game.”

“The panther wants to know where the puma is going.”
“The puma tells the panther that it is time for a trip outside.”
“Oh, good.”
“That’s what I thought.”


Today I randomly opened The Last Drive to page 259 and, with eyes closed, pointed to the page. My finger fell closest to the word “everyone.” This is our prompt today.
Everyone by John W. Howell © 2026
“All right, everyone, listen up.”
“Oh, here we go. Mr. Know-it-all is taking over.”
“He always takes over.”
“Yeah, and I think it’s a pain.”
“Well, I sure don’t want to do it. Do you?”
“That’s beside the point. It’s just so irritating that he thinks he should be in control.”
“Look at it this way. All we have to do is relax and follow everyone else.”
“That’s a good point. But old ‘I’m In Charge’ won’t let us just follow.”
“What do you mean?”
“He’s got to go hup, hup, hup all the while.”
“I agree that does get old.”
“Why can’t we just go with the flow without all the marching crap?”
“You know, some people just have to believe we are better off with leadership.”
“That would be true if the leadership were competent, but just saying hup, hup, hup doesn’t accomplish anything.”
“Okay, people, time to go. Hup, hup, hup.”
“I think I’m going to stay here.”
“You can’t do that.”
“Why?”
“You are a Lemming.”
“Okay, true enough.”
“Besides, this is a one-time thing. Get over it.”
“You’re right. Let’s go.

This post ran on September 10, 2018, and is part of the historical top ten things not to do lists. I hope you enjoy it.
10 If you are in Rome and it’s burning, do not practice your Lyre. If you do, at best, you might be mistaken for a leader. At worst, the number one Lyre player might think you are mocking him. (I see a few centurions at your gate, Finnobar. Time to move out.)
9 If you are in Rome and it’s burning, do not try to ignore Tiny the WWF champ when he yells instructions. If you do, at best, Tiny will only grab you and toss you over the wall. At worst, Tiny, who just graduated from Gladiator school, will take the opportunity to hone his skills. (Looks like you have the net and Trident Flynn. It might not be a match for the mace and double-edged sword. I would suggest begging.)
8 If you are in Rome and it’s burning, do not wear your I’m a Happy Christian t-shirt today. If you do, at best, no one will notice it. At worst, since the fire is being blamed on Christians, you may meet a lion up close and personal. (I think you need to do more than the “nice kitty” statement, Flannagain.)
7 If you are in Rome and it’s burning, do not try to get a refund on your Circus Maximus tickets. If you do, at best, no one will be at the ticket office. At worst, you will be last in a line of 10,000. (Not to worry, Flin. There is always a fire-check for the next show.)
6 If you are in Rome and it’s burning, do not walk around town with that torch. If you do, at best, people will think you are connected. At worst, someone will get the idea you had something to do with the fire. (Now it looks like you really have to leave town, Fonzell. Wonder what’s happening in Naples?)
5 If you are in Rome and it’s burning, do not show people in the pub the plans for Domus Aurea, Nero’s palace, to be built on the ruins. If you do, at best, no one in the pub will understand what you have. At worst, one of the customers is a senator. (Looks like you are on the hook as the source of the fire, Forba. I think you ought to ask for a little traveling music and move on.)
4 If you are in Rome and it’s burning, do not try to put out the flames if thugs are warning you not to do it. If you do, at best, you might get a black eye. At worst, you might need to answer to Nero as to why you tried to stop the fire. (Not known for his largess, Nero may have you on the next train to Lionsville, Fortino.)
3 If you are in Rome and it’s burning, do not set up a smores stand. If you do, at best, you’ll have a few customers. At worst, folks will take your cavalier attitude to heart. (Looks like a gang of residents heading this way has blood in their eyes, Franko. Maybe it’s time to pack up.)
2 If you are in Rome and it’s burning, do not wait to evacuate. If you do, at best, you might have to run for your life. At worst, you might get cut off and have to take a leap into the Tiber River. (Sad thing about that sundial, Frang. Shoulda checked to see if it was waterproof before making the leap.)
1 If you are in Rome and it’s burning, do not think your hotel still offers room service. If you do, at best, you’ll be disappointed. At worst, you’ll wait too long for service and forget to check out when your room starts burning. (Don’t think the bill will be overlooked, Frans. They will find you no matter how far and no matter how long.)
Today we are going to go to the Lakeway Municipal Utility District to see the garden planting and plant
swap. We are catered by Lutie’s of Austin, and our entertainment is Alan Jackson.
Menu
Beef Tartare, Romaine, Dandelion
Chickpea and Green Corn Salad
Roasted Lettuces, Avocado, Pumpkin Seed, Radish
Grilled and Marinated Beets, Black Garlic, Dill
Yonderway Pork, Pickled Cabbage, Creamer Peas
Delta Blues Rice, Market Fish, Smoked Trout Roe
Green Dish, Carrot.
Royal Red Shrimp, Daikon, Celery
Charcoal Grilled Chicken, Leeks, Hominy
Whole Roasted Black Sea Bass, Choi Sum, Mustard
Texas Beef, Radish, Marrow, Sweet Potato

Let’s get rolling

There is the Lakeway Municipal Utility District

Lake Travis Middle School National Junior Honor Society (NJHS) students are signing up for community service hours.

The garden plants are laid out ready for holes.

The swap plants are ready, too.

Lots of mulch.

Plenty of tools.

My kind of participation place.

The work begins.

Watch those cactus paddles.

Students and adults work side by side

That mulch pile is going down.

And here is Stephanie Threinen, CPC, Public Information Liaison for the Lakeway Municipal Utility District and the driving force behind various LMUD activities. She reports that over 80 native plants were planted by students and volunteers.
Time now for some food and entertainment. I hope you have a great week.

The neat part of having a coffee robot is the availability of that soothing syrup, available night or day, 24/7. Having to wait for an extended brewing process for more than one minute might mean the difference between calmed neurons or a catastrophic brain bleed. The first sip stops the auto production line cacaphony of the caffeine addition screaming for relief. The second sip brings the dreaded doorbell Westminster chime and Cerberus duet, which threatens to break glass or cause eardrums to bleed. Two fresh Benny bones are tossed into the soundproof room, followed by the door slam, bringing golden silence to the room.
A check of the security monitor shows Smoky the Bear standing on the porch. He has an envelope and, of course, a clipboard. Rather than argue about leaving the delivery with a sign, the security shutdown process begins.
The SWAT team needs to be put on standby. A quick text to the leader confirms that status. Also, the flight of A-10 Warthogs must be diverted. Another call to the commander puts that worry to rest. The SEAL team needs to be called off, and a call to the leader makes that possible. The MH-60 Jayhawk Helicopter hovering over the house is diverted. A call to the tow truck driver stops the deployment of an M1A1 Abrams Tank. The control panel simplifies the security system’s shutdown process. The boiling oil vats are put on standby, the turret mortars disengaged, the Trebuchet on safety, the concertina wire rolled, the Claymore mines reset, the tower Gatling guns on safety, the moat net dropped, the alligators fed, and the IEDs and shoulder-held rockets put away. The Proton torpedoes switched off. The gamma ray beams covered. The high-powered maser guns switched to standby, and the nanorobots were chained in the basement. The Klingons are called back, and the Targ is caged. Robbie’s Bot is sent to the basement. The Tasmanian Devil is directed to the food in his cage, and the door drops. The electronic jammer is kept active, given a situation with a robot not too long ago. The locks on the door are thrown. And the door opened.
The bear hands me the envelope and the clipboard. After signing and returning it, it’s obvious the bear is looking for a tip. “If what you have done yesterday still looks big to you, you haven’t done much today.” Mikhail Gorbachev said that, and that’s my tip as I slam the door.
The message in the envelope is from Linda Hill. Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “neat.” 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/2026/05/01/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-may-2-2026/
Neat by John W. Howell ©2024
“Pretty neat the way you got rid of the bear.”
“I don’t think it was really Smoky.”
“What makes you think that?”
“He was wearing Nike running shoes.”
“Yeah, that would be a tip-off for sure.”
“Why do you suppose you get all these weird characters delivering your messages?”
“For one, folks like to see who will be doing it.”
“Okay.”
“For another, it makes an interesting counterbalance to the security shutdown process.”
“Why? What’s wrong with the shutdown process?”
“Might be a little stale.”
“So think of something else.”
“Easy to say.”
“What about the Voo Doo Ranger bit?”
“The car part is still fresh. Plus, I have a whole file of cars sent in by Dan Antion, Tom Okragly, and Resa McConaghy.”
“Does remind me.”
“Did you call Uber?”
“Right over there.”

“Well, that is something. Lots of room for sure. What’s the catch?”
“Nothing much. We have to pick up the boys and girls gymnastics team on the way to the pub.”
“How do we get home?”
“Oh, the driver will deliver the team and come back for us.”
“Okay, that doesn’t sound too bad. I still feel there’s more.”
“Full disclosure. It’s the 7th-grade team, and they will have had enough Gatorade to float Florida.”
“I’ll get my earplugs.”

Today’s good news story comes from The Pulse and was sent to me by Noelle Granger.
It wasn’t part of the plan.
Solar farms were built to generate clean energy, not to host wildlife. Large, fenced-off areas filled with panels don’t exactly look like a natural habitat.
But when a small, endangered fox was allowed into one of these sites, something unexpected happened.
Instead of struggling to survive, it adapted—quickly. And what researchers saw next began to change how these spaces are understood.
At first glance, solar farms seem simple. Rows of panels. Open land. Minimal human presence. But that last detail turned out to matter more than expected. Because once construction ends, these areas become relatively undisturbed. No heavy traffic. No constant noise. Limited human activity.
Over time, that creates stability. Vegetation begins to grow beneath the panels, often encouraged by design. Native plants take hold, insects follow, and small prey species begin to appear. It doesn’t happen overnight.
But slowly, these sites begin to resemble something else. Not just infrastructure—but a habitat. And for some species, that shift is enough to create an opportunity.
The San Joaquin kit fox has been struggling for decades. Native to California’s Central Valley, this small canid has lost more than 95% of its natural habitat due to agriculture and development. Survival has become increasingly difficult. It relies on space, cover, and access to prey. And it moves constantly, often using dozens of dens to avoid predators.
So when conservationists began exploring whether solar farms could support wildlife, the idea seemed uncertain. Could a human-made environment really replace what had been lost? The only way to know was to try. And when the foxes entered these sites, their behavior was closely monitored.
What researchers found wasn’t hesitation. It was an adaptation.
The foxes didn’t just pass through these areas. They started using them. Solar farms provided something rare: protection and resources in the same place. The perimeter fencing, originally designed to secure the site, acted as a barrier against larger predators. Inside, the environment was rich with small animals—rodents and insects that thrive under the panels. That meant food was readily available.
The panels themselves created shade, helping regulate ground temperature and making conditions more stable during extreme heat. And perhaps most importantly, human disturbance was minimal. The foxes began establishing dens within the solar farms, using the land as part of their regular territory.
In some cases, according to the Bren School of Environmental Science & Management, they returned repeatedly, treating these sites as reliable habitat. What was meant to be an energy facility had become something more.
For years, one of the biggest concerns about renewable energy projects has been land use. Building large-scale solar farms requires space—and that space often overlaps with natural habitats. But this example suggests a different possibility. With the right design and management, these sites don’t have to displace wildlife. They can support it. That doesn’t mean every solar farm will have the same effect. Conditions matter. Location matters. Planning matters. But the success of the San Joaquin kit fox shows that coexistence is possible. And in some cases, it may offer a second chance for species that are running out of options.
The idea is still evolving.
But one thing is becoming clear. What looks like a field of solar panels from the outside might be something very different on the inside—a place where technology and nature are starting to share the same ground.
The good news in this story is that conservation of resources does not have to come at the expense of native species. Today’s JohnKu talks about smart conservation. I hope you have a wonderful weekend.
Co-Existance by John W. Howell © 2026,
Clean energy has,
Risks to the animal world . . .
That can be reduced.

“Twiggy. I’m exhausted.”
“What’s the matter?”

“Mom took me to Lowe’s, and I’m worn out.”
“Oh, poor you. You’ve got to go to Lowe’s.”

“I know. All those people adoring me and the treats.”
“Yes, the horror.”

“I’m starting to recover.”
“Oh, I would take the rest of the day. One can’t be too careful.”

“You might be right. I should take it easy.”
“Don’t want you pulling something or getting sick.”

“A good shake and I’m as good as new.”
“I think Dad caught you on that shake. Pretty funny.”

“Dad, did you take a photo of me shaking?”
“He’s not going to answer you and break the fourth wall.”

“Maybe mom can tell me.”
“Sorry, kiddo. You are on your own.”

“Where are you going?”
“I’m just going to do my yoga.”

“Now that you mention it. I should do mine, too.”
“I wouldn’t rush into anything. Remember what a trying day you’ve had.”

“I think you are right. Maybe I’ll find a cool spot.”
“There you go. Catch your breath.”

“This tile fits the bill. Thanks for the suggestion.”
“Anytime, little one. We don’t want you to overdo it for sure.”
“Are you being facetious?”
“Who me? Not at all. I just want to make sure your highness is comfortable.”