And so it went.
..... Writer taps on keyboard, as brows crease in quizzical analogy. Causing forehead to be furrowed, deep into an emerging confusion. Then she shakes her puzzled head, while looking up to the hills. Or the ceiling in this case, because that is all writer can see.
However, no help seems to be seeping through, the high roofs. So writer grabs a sweet treat, as she contemplates how high sugar can rise. Could it ascend up, to this presently sealed, imposing and restraining enclave. Or maybe fly beyond it?
Would her unrestrained splurge, crack the pregnant skies. As heavy and bloated clouds, surge forth, to dilute the mercenary of sweetness gone awry. Maybe, just maybe that confectionery state will plunge. When its summit can no longer be maintained, by another idle bite. Wait, is that a water leak up there?......
I am trying to solve a mystery and answer an age old question. You know the one about the Christmas tree, that looked like it was swaying to the tune of 'Jingle bells'. Were there a lot of issues hanging on its branches, camouflaged as ornaments? Could it be, that it felt like a bell and not a tree? Or did it see the grass as greener, than it should have been as a tree? No offence. if your tree is anything but green. (Actually, just a little bit of an offence). Or maybe, we are asking the wrong questions. Instead of judging the tree for doing a seasonal 'hula', let's look at this dilenma, from another viewing angle.
The right questions might just be; Is the house slanted? Or is the tree just genetically lopsided? You know like harboring a sway prone, tilted DNA? Or did the writer just keel over, to the left side in a sucrose induced slumber? And now happens to be observing everything, horizontally? Who knows these things anymore? Meanwhile, I will just grab a cupcake. While we wonder together, of course. There shall be great reward, I hear. For whoever bravely cracks, the mystery's code. A sugar laced gift, I suspect.
Speaking of cupcakes, I just downed four of them. There were six in the box. The fifth cupcake, stares at me pitifully. As if begging for mercy and release, from a ruthless 'masticator'. But I must say, the rippled and drop-shaped icing and its strangely colored sprinkles, seem to be taunting me this moment. Is this a munch daring game? Might I indeed succumb, to the temptations of excess. Anyway, since this is the glorious season of sharing and sparing. I have decided to save the sixth cupcake for you! Yes you, (smiley face). But you will have to pick it up yourself. Sorry no deliveries today. I overheard the courier service guy saying; they were closed, till the holidays were over. Goes to show you these mortals can't be trusted.
Back to the cupcake offer and pick-up. You are better off, just showing at the house. When you get there, press the bell from a diagonal angle to the door knob and wait 1.3 seconds. This is a very serious information and you should treat it likewise. After the first bell press, take two steps forward and wait again. Be very careful, not to walk through a tightly shut door. It hurts very badly. I have been there, more times than I wish to admit. And I am trying to look out, for my precious readers. (Writer feels very chivalrous and saintly at the moment). Once again, take three steps backward after the two forward and look to your back. This may be difficult, for those who cannot rotate their head at a 360 degrees angle at once. I feel your pain. But think 'sumptuous cupcake', should you feel like giving up.
As soon as you have turned your head (and not before), you will hear shutters open up in successive sequences all around you. They are called nosy neighbours. Stay calm with eyes averted. Do not look at them! Or you will loose your nose. Why else do you think they are called nosy? For the simple fact, that they will take your nose to upset your face. And you thought I had no idea about these evil mortal tendencies. How silly do I really look? Sigh. We have to stay on the cupcake issue at hand, before I forget and shut down. I mean literally. Means I will not process another thought till 10:37 am tomorrow.
Oh!.... One more thing, before you press the bell. DO NOT DO IT, after 7:45 pm! That is about the time, I start to hear voices in my head. I do not believe you want me mistaking the bell ringing, for the vibrating buzz in my brain-stem. Have mercy people. It is imperative, that we leave things clear and concise, for the diagonally challenged. You see the other night, I heard a loud bang at exactly 7:46 pm. And just about instantly, I saw three ships go sailing right by the Avenue. I thought that was a little too early, if you know what I mean. But hey, as far as I am concerned. They can sail and voyage all year round.
Just out of curiosity though, do you happen to know where they docked? I heard South Ferry has canoes and surfing boards, piled on top of each other even as we speak. No space available. They can always dock in my backyard. They just would have to move the sleigh packed there, over to your place. Ssshhhh..... Tis' the season of sharing, remember?
Okay, I have to go now.... Wait! Did someone just ask what triggered the treat/sweet binge in the first place? So glad you asked. You know I cannot resist a telling spell.
What had happened, was that an ornament fell from the Christmas tree. Snapped in two, littering glitter and sparkly stuff on the rug. So I set to work. Picking glitter of the floor. It was so hard. And the shimmering particles, seemed to spread and multiply the harder I labored. So I ate a cookie in self consolation. And another and another. No wait. I think this is the wrong story. I ate cupcakes today and that was a result of the mystery of the bended tree. Oh never mind, you got me all confused now. There goes the doorbell, Yaaayy!! Welcome.......
