The red light and warning buzzer momentarily freezes my brain. The spots before my eyes are alternating with the red flashes to the point that being able to sort out the confusion was a longer process than necessary. Finally, the logic caught up with the visual effects of alternating red bursts. The coffee machine needed a descaling.
A fate almost matching a blue screen computer event sends the message to all points of the body – NO CAFFEINE. Reason eventually prevails, and a punch of the reset button yields one more ten-ounce cup of soothing syrup. “No more till the descale,” is the warning. Sure, sure is the thought. The event is to be forgotten for 24 more hours.
Taking a life-affirming sip of the foamy hot stuff almost causes a miss of the Ring Doorbell notification. Checking my phone shows a blurry figure obviously moving fast. Opening the front door presents a challenge. Rolling aside the chest of drawers, clicking off the deadbolts, disarming the pepper spray, unlocking the latch, removing the chains, lifting the heavy timber, and carefully moving the concertina wire, the door is ready to open.
It has to be done quickly since the creature could still be standing there. Quickly is as quickly does, and before me is a huge egg. It has lovely decorations and pastel colors. My nose tells me it is an Easter egg. The opposing mental noes try to tell me it could be a bomb. Resisting those negative thoughts, I knock on the egg with full confidence that it knows the intent of being here. The egg falls open, and inside is a lifetime supply of Jelly Bellys. There is also a note. It reads. Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “nose/noes/knows.” Use one, use ’em all, bonus points if you use all three. Have fun!
If you want to have fun, visit Linda Hills’ blog and read how easy it is. Here is the link. https://lindaghill.com/2022/04/15/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-april-16-2022/
Nose/Noes/Knows by John W. Howell © 2022
“So you got the bonus points?”
“Yup. Put them in my Bentley Turbo account.”
“Never heard of that.”
“A Bentley Turbo? You’re kidding.”
“No, not the car. The fact that you can redeem Linda Hill bonus points for a Bentley.”
“Have you heard of anyone saying I can’t?”
“Well…No. But that’s not the point.”
“What’s the point?”
“You thinking you can take something as worthless as a Linda Hill bonus and converting it to a $300,000 car.”
“I don’t see what you are getting at.”
“Those bonus points are made up. There’s no market for them.”
“Like bitcoin?”
“Huh?”
“Show me a bitcoin.”
“I can’t. They are digital units of exchange.”
“Uh-huh. You have any?”
“No, they are too expensive.”
“So, what makes you believe they exist?”
“There is an exchange. They are traded. Everyone knows that.”
“So if I tell you there is a Linda Hill Bonus Point Exchange, you’ll admit they have value?”
“Uh, I guess so, but my nose tells me you are making that up.”
“So I can get rid of your noes, call this number.”
“Why?”
“To speak to someone on the Linda Hill Bonus Point Exchange.”
“For heaven’s sake. Never mind. I believe you. It’s not worth the trouble. I’ll just humor your fantasy.”
“Suit yourself. I’m going to the bar.”
“Your turn to buy.”
“I have a bonus point.”
“What does that mean?”
“I’m going to buy our beer with a bonus point. I have to warn you, though.”
“About what?”
“One bonus point is worth 500 beers.”
“Can you get change?”
“Sadly no.”
“Oh my, what a dilemma. Whatever shall we do with 500 beers?”
“A believer.”
