In the Fridge

I had a dream that I was swimming in a lake of ketchup.  When I woke up this morning and I had loving on my mind.  I called out for Lucille, but she was nowhere in sight.  I asked my friends about her, but all their lips were closed tight.  I felt around for my shoes and headed to the kitchen to whip up some breakfast.  I poured myself some coffee, started yawning and stretching out, till I finally came to life.  I knew it was Saturday, so this means the full breakfast today, a lot more than just toast and coffee.  I started frying up some sausage patties and I made a ham and cheese omelette.

Since I retired the days have a tendency to blend together as I can stay up as late as I want and also sleep as late as I like.  When I worked, I always looked forward to a big breakfast on the weekends, because those were the only days that I had time for that.  After retiring I kept up the big breakfast on weekends tradition and it helps me to keep better track on what day is it anyway.  I look forward to weekends.

I took out a package of four sausages and fried them up in a pan.  I sliced my asiago cheese bagel and put it in the toaster.  I got the spatula out, ripped off a section of aluminum foil to cover the pan and took out the extra sharp shredded cheddar cheese.  I took three slices of Boars Head honey ham and sliced them up and put them in the pan after my sausages were done.  I put two of the sausages in a container and they went into the refrigerator for tomorrows breakfast.  I stirred the ham and buttered my bagel.  I usually use jumbo eggs that need to be beaten for the omelette, but today I had liquid eggs, which saves a lot of steps.  I poured my liquid eggs over the ham and then I sprinkled on the cheese and covered the pan.

It may have been a bit more than a sprinkle, as my motto is that you can never have too much cheese on anything, the same goes with bacon, but I was passing on that this morning, since I already had sausage and ham.  As the cooking time expired, my omelette was ready and I scooped it on to my plate.  I usually like to have some of those cherry tomatoes in my omelette, but I had forgot to buy them, so I put some ketchup on top and went to watch TV and enjoy my meal.

Everything tasted yummy, but on the news, there was a report about all of these people who were suffering from tough times because of the pandemic and they were in a parking lot waiting for free food for their Thanksgiving dinner.  This made me feel guilty for eating such a big breakfast and there are always problems, so I finished my breakfast.  I was supposed to write about the last thing that I put back in the fridge and that was the ketchup.  I made up that part about Lucille, because I didn’t think that anyone wanted to read about my boring breakfast.

Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday where the prompt is “the last thing that you put in the fridge.”

Let Freedom Ring

I did a lot of ice skating when I was young, but very little of it was on a skating ring, as I skated mostly on frozen ponds and lakes.  When I lived in Milwaukee, Wisconsin there was a park right down the street from me and it had a track that circled a field.  In the winter they would flood the track and let it freeze and they held speed skating contests on it.  I won a bronze metal one year for coming in tied for second place and loosing the flip of the coin.  I think this is the only medal or trophy that I ever won.

I also did a lot of fighting when I was young, but it was street fighting, not organized like that which would take place in a ring.  One year my dad took my brother and I to go see the Golden Gloves championships boxing matches in Madison Square Garden, but I think that my dad was more interested in seeing the fights than I was.  I don’t want to go off on a tangent here, but I had a great dad and he spent a lot of time with his kids.  He took me to MSG to see the Rangers play and I also saw the Knicks there.

When I met the girl that I was going to marry, my mom gave me her engagement ring so I could propose to her.  We broke up after 22 years of marriage and she still has the ring, which is certainly hers now, after all of those years.  I gave her some other jewelry, necklaces and earrings, but that was the only ring I ever gave her, except for the wedding ring which she paid for.

Bells are used to call people to go to church, so they can worship with their brethren and they have been used to warn us about fires and other emergencies, and they also announce weddings and funerals and I hope it is a long time before the bell tolls for me.  They tell us when somebody is at the door or on the phone and wake us up from sleep.  Quasimodo is probably the most famous bell ringer as he was the hunchback who worked in the bell tower at the cathedral of Notre Dame and Victor Hugo wrote about him.

Quasimodo was also deaf and he was thought to be very ugly.  Quasimodo’s job was to ring the bells to alert people to come to pray.  In Victor Hugo’s book, it never says how Quasimodo died, but when he did the bishop of the Church of Notre Dame needed a new bell ringer.  The only applicant was a man with no arms.  The Bishop wondered, how a man with no arms would be able to ring the bells, but the man said that was his business and he really wanted the job.  The man was able to strike the bells with his face, and he produced the most beautiful melody.  The Bishop was astonished, as he thought that he would never find a suitable replacement for Quasimodo.  One day when the armless man was rushing forward to strike a bell, he tripped, and plunged out of the belfry to his death into the street below.  The Bishop was stunned, and he rushed to be at his side.  When the Bishop reached the street, a crowd had gathered around the fallen man.  The crowd parted to allow the Bishop through, and one person asked, “Bishop, who was this man?”  The Bishop replied, “I don’t know his name, but his face rings a bell.”

The following day, the Bishop continued his interviews for another bell ringer.  The first man to approach said, “Your Grace, I am the brother of the poor armless man who fell to his death yesterday.  I pray that you will allow me to replace my brother.”  The Bishop agreed to an audition, but as the man reached to strike the first bell, he groaned, clutched at his chest, collapsed, and he died on the spot.  Two monks, heard the Bishop’s cries of grief and they rushed up the stairs to see what happened.  They asked the Bishop, “Who is this man?”  The Bishop exclaimed, “I don’t know his name, but he’s a dead ringer for his brother.”

Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday where the prompt is ring.

Journey to the Center of the Earth

Fred pulled out a char for his date, he sat down and they looked at the menu.  “What is the soup of the Day?”, asked Fred.  His date Allison relied, “Minestrone is the soup du jour and I think that I will order that, as I love all of the vegetables in it.”  Fred said, “Well I am not getting that, because it probably contains onions and I don’t do onions.”  Allison said, “What is wrong with onions, you must have peculiar taste buds or a defective brain, as onions are yummy.”  Fred said, “If you eat any of those nasty onions, then don’t try kissing me, as that is not going to happen.”  Allison said, “You are right it won’t happen, and even if you were the last man left on Earth, I wouldn’t want to kiss you.  Man, oh man, it is so hard dating in this Covid-19 era.”

Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday where the prompt is jour.

Tricks Are for Kids

I know that is misspelled, but I never liked that cereal.  If I had a one-trick pony and I were able to teach it two more tricks, would that be a hat trick?  I guess that Linda wants us to talk about Halloween today, because today is Halloween and there is going to be a full moon tonight, which makes it more special.  Since it will be the second full moon in October, it will be a blue moon, which doesn’t happen all that often.  I know that Fandango says that he doesn’t celebrate Halloween any more, since his kids grew up, but he always seems to be dressed for it.

On Halloween in 1959, I went out trick or treating with my sister and my brother and we all got a lot of candy.  We went home and looked at all the candy that we collected and they were both happy, but I tried to talk them into going out to collect more.  They didn’t want to go with me, so I went out by myself.  I didn’t get very far before I bumped into these two older boys who pushed me to the ground and threatened to beat me up if I didn’t give them all of my candy.  They took everything from me and I ran home crying.  My dad made my brother and sister each give me one third of their candy, which made me stop crying.

Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday where the prompt is trick.

More Milk

Minneapolis, Minnesota’s minister maintains marriage must be between a man and a woman.  He says that sex can only be done for procreation thus making masturbation a mortal sin.  My magnificent mother made me make more meaningful melancholy music.  Michael masterfully matriculated majoring in modern mad magic.  Mathew manufactured maps, marking melting memories of metal meteors.

Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday where the prompt is to start your post with the letter m.

Really Bad at Spelling

My wife would often get mad at me for misspelling cheese on the shopping list and I will always thank God that somebody invented spell checker.  I would say, “Hey it is a shopping list, so it doesn’t have to be perfect, cut me some slack please.”  Many people think that I know a lot of things, but the truth is that I am just good at looking stuff up, as I am a research writer.  I look a lot of things up, facts to find out what really went down and words to find their meanings.  In my first engineering job, I learned what digability is and I don’t think that it is an actual word, but this guy told me that I would need to develop this skill if I wanted to be any good at being an engineer.

In Engineering you often have to figure things out and there is always going to be more than one way to skin a cat.  I started out as a drafter in the electrical department at an engineering firm when I first got my Associates degree in Electrical Engineering Technology and just about everything that I learned in college was useless, because I didn’t know anything about drafting or what relay logic was.  Actually, I never even heard of a relay before and if one landed on head, I would not have recognized it.  I developed digability skills out of necessity, as I wanted to advance in my career and I wanted to learn about stuff.  If I didn’t know something, I would search for it and many times I would find something that would lead me to something else and I might find that it had a different twist, but at least I had something to go on.  I think that digability should be a real word, because it has been in my life for over 40 years now and because of this word I have learned many things.

Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday where the prompt is “a word that you have to look up”.

Fair to Midland

I have had better days, but I don’t like to complain.  I watched the Netflix special Above Us Only Sky on what would have been John Lennon’s 80th birthday last night and I found it very enjoyable.  It started out as a middle of the road documentary on the making of his Imagine album, but it got better as I began to understand Yoko.  I was always told that she was responsible for the Beatles breaking up and I never liked her singing (if you can call it that), but she was the one person that completed John and without her, he never would have become truly happy.  I learned a lot and it was great to see John in the video singing this song that was voted the song of the century.  It is probably his best song and he is not just a medium songwriter.

Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday where the prompt is “medium”.

Orange is the New Trump

Neil Young acquired a 1953 Gibson Les Paul which he used when he was in Buffalo Springfield, he named it Old Black and he has been playing this same guitar for almost 50 years.  Johnny Cash was called the man in black and Three Dog night had a big hit with Black and White.  Everything is not a black and white situation and you can’t go around painting everything black, but Black Lives Matter is an important issue. 

My dad was a TV repairman and I have always had a TV set in every home that I lived in.  I remember when everything was in black and white and then when I was 5, we got our first color TV set.  Most of the programs were still in black and white and only a half a dozen shows were in color at that time, but commercials came out in color.  Think of how cool it looked when Dorothy landed in OZ and everything turned from black and white to color, that scene made the movie come alive.

Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday where the prompt is “new/old”.

Ruined my Weed

My friends and I all had tickets to see the Grateful Dead up in Boston and I had this great weed saved for the trip and the concert.  I don’t know why I was paranoid about transporting my weed, but I was so I stuffed my bag inside of a container that held scented talcum powder.  We rented a hotel room that had enough room for twelve of us to stay in and we arrived the day before the concert.  When I got to the room, I took my bag of weed out and rolled up some joints, but they were spoiled from the scent of the powder.  Nobody would smoke my joints, as they burnt your throat and they had a revolting taste.  I was a bit disappointed about this, but live and learn as they say.

I went out for a walk with three of my friends and we went through this area known as the Combat Zone where all of the prostitutes congregated.  We were not looking for sex, we just wanted to see what was going on there.  These two girls came up to us, so we started talking with them and one of the girls started rubbing my crotch.  I felt her other hand on my wallet and I grabbed it and said, “Honey you got to be a lot quicker than that to rip me off.”  After this encounter we went back to the hotel and told are other friends to watch out for the pick pockets.

Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday where the prompt is container.

Temptation Inspiration Overstimulation Normalization

I was tempted to Google “find words that end with the letters tion”, but that would not be a Stream of Consciousness writing piece, and it would also take all the fun out of this, so I will wing it and see how it comes out.  You say that you want a revolution and you want to change the Constitution, well the Beatles tried that and failed in their attempt.  I am feeling a lot of aggravation over what I heard Mitch McConnell say this morning about rushing a new appointee to the Supreme Court.  I am not going to have a conniption over this, but this would clearly be a disruption of justice.  I guess I could write a Billy Joel type poem where I state a bunch of words that end with the letters “tion”, like addition, substitution, tuition and so on and then state that I didn’t start the fire, but that won’t give me any satisfaction.

Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday where the prompt is to find words that end with the letters “tion”.