It’s Week 19 in Loco Lockdown and I’ve got a lot on my mind. I keep forgetting that it’s gone missing, having wandered off to whereabouts unknown. I haven’t a clue as to where it currently resides, perhaps somewhere more stable, where one is able to reflect and subside on images of mirages. I must confess that I’m in quite the bind, as I can’t remember what exactly I can’t find in my chaotic mess. A self-help book or two would certainly come in handy but, alas, those manuals are currently out of stock, having gone out of print around the time when my mind took an unexpected tumble off the shelf.
And, speaking of time, well, that’s a parallel story, currently orbiting around my alternate universe.
Not only do I fret about my sanity, but I’ve now had to squander countless hours tracking down the hands of time. Whoever said, “Time Flies”, must not have been privy to the uncharted flight path of the split seconds that randomly shake up the structured order of our topsy-turvy world.
And, since we’re on the topic on flying, thought that I should skip that extra layer of fable for my tale. After all, the clock is ticking. The countdown has begun.
There’s just one issue. My cuckoo clock has gone missing.
From what I’m able to surmise, there must have been one quell of a scuffle. Remnants of feathers and sand were scattered everywhere. An abandoned hourglass was wedged in the crack near the edge of the ledge, forever stuck in quarantine quicksand.
Looks like the patriarch of our flock has flown the coup and bird-napped reliable Chirpy along for the ride.
Could it get any worse?
Day 142 was not going according to plan.
But, what’s a plan without an agenda and we all know that 2020 is a malfunctioning bust. It kyboshed my long anticipated excursion to the land of lederhosen and accordions, forcing me to abandon my one year sojourn. But, who’s counting, as the days all blend into one. After all, we’re all sequestered at home, lounging in pyjamas, engaging via board games on Zoom. I’m itching to get away, but alas, the border is closed and there’s no way I’m able to jet away. The only other option to get out of town was to sail in a different direction.
I had no choice but to succumb to the lure of the trails of the Rain Forest. All signs pointed directly to: Amazon.ca.
So, where was I? I seem to have misplaced my train of thought. Can’t recall what exactly I was hoping to convey as I’m slipping on marbles in my frantic search for my missing glass slipper. Wait. Hold on a minute. It's Cuckoo that's gone AWOL. Whatever. Either way, they’ve both taken a hike. I’m suspended in time, playing the guessing game.
And, since I’m on stand by, might as well sip on a martini and indulge in some multi-layered Black Forest cake.
My pumpkin is a tad delayed. Must be stuck in rush-hour traffic…
Next post:
In two weeks, sometime the w/o September 14th, Tuesday,
Wednesday or Thursday. Stay tuned for
more updates on going cuckoo in quarantine!
Stay home, stay safe and catch up with your
reading!
Be on the lookout for Chirpy and all of those
missing cuckoo clocks!
UPDATE: Ran into a roadblock or two, hence a tad bit of a disappearance for the past 3 months. Will update in latest post to be published Dec 19th, 20th or 21st. Stay tuned!
