Sometimes all that you need is a sip of solace and a mug of hot tea. Comfort in a cup. Not quite the same as a hug, nor a shoulder to unburden yourself on, but the next best thing that helps soothe and heal. I’m at a loss for words as to what exactly is in the forecast for 2021, but from what I’ve seen so far, it’s not off to a promising start. First of all, the magic of Abracadabra failed to greet me on New Year’s morn, as guaranteed by The Guild of Things Will Be Alright Association. I suspect that this could have been Fake News, propaganda disseminated into the stratosphere, just to appease the discontented masses.
The Fairies overslept, all right, nodding off and on throughout the night.
Their slumber hindered any hint of progress of crawling out of the Year of Isolation.
Better Days Ahead was just another slogan plastered to the Wall of Don’t Roam Far Away from Home.
Sigh.
One month down, eleven more to go. I’ve spent the better part of January mopping up the mess on the kitchen floor. Buckets all lined up like ducks in a row, gushing and overflowing with what can only be classified as remnants of leftover sludge from a year we’re all so desperate to throw curbside.
But, let’s not get overly dramatic with the cinematics of yet another Emmy worthy performance of the mini-series, “Tears, Fears and Uncertainties”. After all, I’m sequestered in Le Apartment, with space at a premium, so I haven’t an inch of shelving left to display yet another statue. It’s best then, that this was a limited series, a year-long run of a show that should have been cancelled from the get-go. Who knew? But then, hindsight is 20/20.
The sequel has been put on hold. For now.
In the meantime, I’ve got more pressing issues at hand. Contemplation is curled up in a corner pondering on how to heal and forge onwards, whilst Reflection is looking back, wondering how it all went so wrong. Time to get out the wipes and start anew. That is, if they’re back in stock.
The incessant chirping that continues to keep me up at night is yet another annoyance on my list of grievances.
Tick tock.
Once I manage to get the state of the world under control, I’m determined to catch up with my reading. The bestseller, “Confessions of a Cuckoo Clock Gone Mad” has been flying off shelves this pandemic year and I’m eager to secure a signed copy. My bookshelf is groaning with a plethora of self-help manuals, all dog-eared and loaded with tips and tricks for digging out of quarantine quicksand.
Must compare chapters with Snoopy on “It’s a Dark and Stormy Night”.
To add insult to injury, I came close to another wipeout, skidding and skating on my linoleum floor. That darn dust! But wait, there’s reason to celebrate…
Looks like the Fairies came through, after all.
Come hang out with me in loco lockdown, as I count down the days in quarantine quicksand. There’s light at the end of the tunnel, and there should be, as I’m a wee bit (err…. A LOT) claustrophobic and am always searching for my way out of the darkness. There are better days ahead, some just a tad more challenging than others. All is good though, as the Fairies sprinkled a smidgen of glitter to help guide my way.
Next post: In two or three weeks, sometime either the w/o March 1st or the w/o March 8th, no one knows exactly when. It all depends upon the moods of Humour, Inspiration and Imagination.
Stay home, stay safe and catch up with your reading!
