SoCS — I’ve Got Options

For this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt from Linda G. Hill, we’ve been tasked with using the word “opt,” either as a word or to find a word with “opt” in it and base our post on that.

Of course I’m going to use the word “opt” in my post, but I’m also choosing the option of optimizing my Stream of Consciousness post today by opting to use a bunch of other words that have “opt” in them.

Coincidentally, I was supposed to have an appointment with my optometrist back in early February, right before my wife and I moved to our new house in the ‘burbs. Because we were busy packing and getting ready for the movers to load all of our stuff into their truck, I opted to cancel my optical exam, figuring that I’d schedule one after we got all settled in to our new home.

But then the pandemic hit and everything pretty much shut down. Now I’m way overdue to get my vision checked. And I’ve noticed recently that my distance vision seems to be getting a little blurry, so I think it’s no longer optional for me to schedule an appointment with a new, local optometrist or optician.

I’ve been looking around to find a decent optical shop in the area. It would be optimal if I could find an eye doctor who is taking new patients and who can give me a complete optical exam before the end of the year.

Being the optimistic person that I am, I’m sure I’ll be able to find an optometrist who can accommodate me. I sure hope my optimism is not misplaced.

SoCS — First Mate

For this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt from Linda G. Hill, we’ve been ask to write a post about “the last thing you put in your fridge.”

I’m writing this post at around 11 pm Friday night and have it scheduled to be published at 3 am my time on Saturday. The last thing I put in my refrigerator before this post was scheduled to be published was this:A can of cat food. Our cat goes through a little more than two of these 5.5 ounce cans of FirstMate Cage-Free Chicken Formula cat food a day. When there is any food still left in a can at the end of the day right before we go to bed, we store the open can, with a rubber top on the can, overnight in the fridge.

So, it’s safe to say that almost every night, the last thing that is put into our refrigerator each night when we go to bed is an open can of cat food.

And, that, my friends, is it. Question asked, question answered.

SoCS — Ring-a-Ding Ding Ding

For this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt from Linda G. Hill, she’s given us the word “ring” and asked us to use it as a noun, a verb, an adverb, or an adjective…or basically any way we’d like.

The word “ring” is a very versatile word. I always found it interesting that Americans typically say they will call someone on the phone, while the British say that they will ring someone up.

A ring is also something that can be worn on fingers, like a friendship ring, an engagement ring, a wedding wing (or band), or just a ring as a piece of jewelry. Some ring wearers even pierce their noses or lips or eyebrows or, well, certain other body parts in order to insert a ring in them.

Boxers and wrestlers fight in a ring, but ice skaters and roller skaters skate in a rink. Why is that, I wonder?

Pandas and Raccoons have dark rings around their eyes. So do I when I don’t get enough sleep.

While some policemen were forming a large ring around demonstrators, other policeman were in hot pursuit of the members of a drug ring.

And, of course, you can always ring a bell. A church bell. A Christmas bell. A cowbell. A doorbell.

I’m sure you’ve heard that the old nursery rhyme, “Ring Around the Rosie,” arose from the Great Plague, an outbreak of pneumonic plague that affected London in the year 1665. However, according to the fact-checking site, Snopes, “Ring Around the Rosie” is simply a nursery rhyme of indefinite origin with no specific meaning. Apparently, long after the nursery rhyme had been around, someone, concocted the plague-related “origin story” for its creation.

By the way, won’t you be glad when 2020 will finally be over and we can ring in the new year, 2021, which we all hope will be much better than 2020, right?

And with that, friends, I think I’m going to start re-reading “The Lord of the Rings.” It’s been a few decades since I last read about the epic quest for the ring.

SoCS — French Cooking

Anita adjourned the Zoom meeting with her team of reporters after giving them their marching orders for when she and her husband went on their two week vacation in France. She walked out of her home office and into the kitchen, where Kevin was preparing dinner.

“Bonjour, Anita,” Kevin greeted Anita as she joined him in the kitchen, “comment allez-vous?”

“Ah, I see you’re practicing your French for our sojourn to France,” Anita said.

“Yes, I’ve been trying to brush up, as I haven’t spoken the language much since I took a year of French in high school,” Kevin explained.

“That will be helpful once we start our journey across the French countryside,” Anita said. “And speaking about our journey, I’m going to be keeping a journal of our trip so we will remember all of the details.”

“That makes sense,” Kevin said, “since you are the journalist in our family.”

“Yes, that’s what I am,” Anita said, as she went over and kissed her husband on his cheek. “Mmm, something smells good. What’s on the menu tonight?”

“The meal du jour is Bouillabaisse, a traditional Provençal fish stew originating from the port city of Marseille,” Kevin said.

“Say that to me in French and I’ll be really impressed,” Anita said.

“Le repas du jour est la Bouillabaisse, un ragoût de poisson traditionnel Provençal originaire de la ville portuaire de Marseille,” Kevin said.

“Très bien. Tu es tellement sexy,” Anita said, giving her husband a hug from behind.


Written for today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt from Linda G. Hill. We are asked to find a word containing “jour” or use it as is. I found a few! I don’t speak French so I used Google Translate for the few French sentences I included in this post. I hope, for those of you who do speak French, the translations make sense.

SoCS — Trick-or-Treat

Tonight’s the night, but I have no basis on which to predict how many trick-or-treaters will be ringing our doorbell tonight. That’s because this is our first Halloween in our new neighborhood. For the previous decade we lived in the city and we never had trick-or-treaters come to our house. Not one in ten years.

That didn’t stop us last year from buying three bags of fun-sized candy bars because, you know, just in case. We ended up, yet again, with zero trick-or-treaters and with three full bags of fun-sized candy bars that we slowly consumed during the whole month of November.

Now we live in the burbs and there are a lot kids, from toddlers to teens, who live in our neighborhood. So if times were normal, we’d expect a deluge of trick-or-treaters at our door tonight.

But these aren’t normal times. We’re experiencing a pandemic that has killed more than 225,000 Americans with more than nine million having contracted the virus. I know that if we still had young children in our home, we would not permit them to go house to house begging for candy.

But I don’t know what other parents in our neighborhood are going to do this year about letting their kids go trick-or-treating. Thus, I have no idea what to expect tonight. Will we get a large showing of kids at our door or will we get none?

Too much or not enough?

My wife doesn’t want to take any chances of coming up short when it comes to candy this year, so we bought eight bags of fun-sized candy bars. My guess, though, is that’s probably seven bags too many, which will mean that we’ll have enough leftover fun-sized candy bars to slowly consume at least through January.

We’re in a new neighborhood and in a new world where social distancing and wearing face masks is the new normal. So who knows? I guess we’ll find out by later tonight.

Happy Halloween everyone!


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