SoCS — Organ-ized

For today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, Linda G. Hill has asked us to “talk about an organ or base your post on the theme of them…or one.”

Okay, I’ve got to get my mind out of the gutter. I have to admit that the first thing that came to mind was sex organ. But since this a PG-rated blog, I decided to think of other types of organs, like internal organs. You know, livers, kidneys, lungs, hearts (although some might argue that the heart is a muscle and not an organ).

And then I thought about mouth organs, like harmonicas or melodicas. Or pipe organs like you might find in churches. Or calliopes (steam organs) that you might find at circuses or carnivals.

And there are electronic organs and these days even digital organs.

But to my mind, there’s nothing like the organ grinder. No, not the kind you find in a butcher shop to make to make chopped liver. The organ grinder I’m thinking about was an entertainer who played a barrel organ in the streets back in the 19th century and the early part of the 20th century. You often found them with little monkeys that were trained to dance around to the sounds coming from the organ.

And that, in a true stream of consciousness mode, led me to the old song by Donovan, “The Hurdy Gurdy Man.”

Time To Write — Throwing a Few Curves

img_1788“But…” Henry said, looking at the meeting agenda that the ushers handed out as he and his girlfriend, Jessie, entered the city council chamber.

“But what?” Jessie asked.

“I was supposed to be the third speaker on the agenda,” Henry said. “But my name is missing from the list of speakers. It’s not there at all.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure,” Henry insisted, pointing to the piece of paper that showed who was scheduled to speak before the city council that night.

“And you’re sure you were supposed to speak at tonight’s meeting?” Jessie asked.

“Yes,” Henry answered, unable to hide his annoyance. When he spotted the council chairman walking up to the stage, Henry jumped up and ran over to the chairman. Jessie witnessed them having what seemed to be a heated discussion before Henry returned to his seat.

“So?” Jessie asked.

“Get you’re coat, we’re leaving,” Henry said. “That bastard threw me quite a curve tonight by taking my topic off the agenda without so much as a text message to let me know.”

“I’m so sorry, babe,” Jessie said sympathetically, “but if we go back to my place now, I think I can put throwing a few curves your way on my agenda.

“And you,” Henry said, a broad grin lighting up his face, “have all the right curves in all the right places.”

Written for Rachel Poli’s Time To Write prompt using the three words, agenda, curve, and speaker,” and for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, where we are asked to start our post with any three-letter word. I used “but.”

SoCS — Sup?

5FFE8A1F-4875-4D2B-933F-CAB2DF5EB443Sup, dude?” Dwight greeted his brother, Howard.

“Not much, I suppose,” Howard replied.

“Did you bring the supplies?” Dwight asked.

“Of course I did,” Howard said.

“That’s superb,” Dwight said. “I promised Dad that we could get this finished in time for us to be home for supper and that our work would be superior.”

“I don’t know,” said Howard. “I’d say it’s more of a tossup that we’ll be finished before dark.”

“Damn, Howard,” Dwight said, “you gotta suppress such negativity. I brought some vitamin supplements just in case we need an energy boost.

“Yeah,” Howard said, apologetically. “You’re right, Dwight. As long as they ain’t the suppository type that you gotta shove up your ass, I’ll support you all the way.”

“That’s super, dude,” Dwight said. “Marsupial.”

“What did you say?” Howard asked.

“I don’t know,” Dwight admitted. “That word just popped into my head.”

“Whatever,” Howard said. “I’m gonna play some songs on my iPhone. You feel like listening to the Supremes while we work?”

“Sure, dude,” Dwight said. “I’m a superfan of Diana Ross.”

Written for this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday from Linda G. Hill. Linda’s challenge this week is to “use ‘sup’ as a word or find a word that contains it.”

SoCS — Jeers to Cheers

D4EF05E5-CF92-40F5-831D-E248237B230FLinda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt this week is “cheers.”

When I first read the prompt, my mind got stuck on the TV show Cheers, a great and very popular half-hour sitcom, which ran for eleven seasons from September 1982 through May 1993.

F67EA43F-907A-4BEE-A9CC-5608F9BA0321An eclectic ensemble of actors portrayed the regular patrons of a Boston bar, Cheers, who shared their experiences and lives with each other while drinking or working at the bar “where everybody knows your name.”

My wife and I loved that show and when we decided to visit Boston one year, high on our agenda was a visit to the Cheers bar. Little did we know that, while the show reused the same exterior shots in Boston for nearly every episode, the interior shots of the bar were filmed with a live studio audience at Paramount Studios in Los Angeles.

It turned out that the name of the bar in Boston where all the exterior shots were taken wasn’t even Cheers. The bar’s name was actually the Bull & Finch Pub!

What a disappointment it was to walk into what we thought was the Cheers bar that we had come to know and love on TV only to find a place that was totally unfamiliar to us. And the food wasn’t very good, either.

So jeers to Cheers.

SoCS — Bugging Out

A03806E0-CA53-4BA7-A687-FF378589D610Earlier this week, my throat started to feel scratchy. My nose started running. My eyes began watering, my ears were ringing. I was sneezing and coughing. I had somehow been exposed to a bug. When my wife heard me sneezing, she started to bug me, telling me to stay away from her so that she wouldn’t catch the bug from me.

So I went to my home office to get some work done on my laptop only to find out that my software had a bug. How did that damn bug get into my computer and infest my program? If I could find that damn bug I was going to crush it like a, well, like a bug.

I wasn’t going to let that software bug get the best of me. I updated my antivirus software on my hard drive. And just to be sure, I wiped down my keyboard and mouse with an antibiotic wet-wipe.

While my antivirus software was debugging my laptop, I got up and went to the kitchen, where I heard a strange, high-pitched sound coming from my microwave. Was there a bug in my microwave? Was my microwave oven bugging me? No way I was going to let that happen.

So I unplugged the microwave oven and pulled it off the shelf. And when I did, I encountered a huge cockroach staring up at me. My house is virtually spotless. What was a goddam cockroach doing in my kitchen.

I quickly caught the bug and destroyed it. It was in my natural domain, not its own. I wasn’t going to gently catch that bug and humanely let it out into my backyard. No sir, I wasn’t going to be humane to a bug. It’s a bug, not a human.

There was obviously a lot bugging me this past week and I want to thank Linda G. Hill for giving us the word “bug” for this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt.

And with that, I’m going to bug off for now.