Sometimes it doesn’t take much to put a spoke in your wheel. The other night Cindy had been happily exercising for her Xmastree performance and today in the morning she stood there in the kitchendoor. She tried to speak, but her voice was just the very opposite of an angelical sweet hum. A coughing attack followed by a sneezing attack made clear, why this poor Christmas angel had changed into a creepy Halloween queen over night.
I offered her a cup of ginger lemon tea, I just had brewed. She sat down, sipped on her drink and started sniffing. I wasn’t sure, if the runny nose was responsible for it or more the disappointment about the cold thwarting her angel plans.
Next Sunday another angel will enchant the people on the Christmas market, that’s for sure.
Meanwhile we will have lots of pots of very hot gingerlemon tea to get our angel back in shape.
Cindy got out another more angelic outfit. Maybe Valeries frogprincess comment was thought-provoking enough. Cindy scored a strike in our kitchen while circling the hoop around. The kitchen table was cleared after her performance.
The hula hoop exercise might be a challenge on the tree top. And it might leave the tree empty of nearly all his needles and decorations.
Long time ago, that Cindy talked about building your body. But now as the year draws to a close, she is busily preparing and exercising for the starting holiday season.
Cindy was asked to become all Sundays in December the very first angel performing live bodywork exercises on the Christmas tree top at our nearby christmas market. I just wonder, why they picked her. She even wants to wear this christmassy but not very angellike suit.
What do you think? Should I try to convince her to pick another more decent robe?
The upside down option didn’t work out well. So we had to change strategies. I sat down and googled for any convincing ideas. Maybe the good old chocolate therapy might help, I thought. There are loads of recipes in the net. I advanced the idea, that we could bake a chocolate cake for Gourmandinets welcome party. (By the way, we could also celebrate my hundredth post, hurrah.) I caught a glimpse of happiness on Cindys face.
She jumped up and got the baking ingredients out. It was a foolproof recipe. We managed to get it done quickly. It didn’t take long until a heady aroma spread all over the flat. The chocolate cake needed to cool down, before we could ice the cake with the chocolate icing.
I took advantage of the lovely autumn weather and went out for a run.
Well, no need of words to tell what had happened, as you can see, how I found Cindy sitting in the kitchen.
“Cindy, what’s going on here?”, I asked her. “Well, that was a piece of cake”, she answered”, “now we don’t have to bother about the icing any more.” Another cindiish argument, you have to slug down, when you have a flatmate like her.
I will have to go to the bakery instead to get another cake for Gourmandinet. He let us know, that he will arrive tomorrow.
Cindy is still in a rather unpleasant mood. And I am no longer willing to indulge her every whim. And I won’t ignore any longer her drooping mouth corners at breakfast, lunch and dinner time ( and within between these kitchentable gatherings).
That’s why I was overwhelmed with joy finding out about Carlas U assignment. She had come up with her upside down idea just in time. My hope was, that gravitiy would do the rest and the upside down position might bring at least one mouth corner back up, where it had been before.
Cindy let herself into this plan, maybe she was fed up herself with her nasty mood.
But it seems that the girl is so screwed up, that even gravitiy can’t help her.
Poor Cindy, poor me.
I know!!! You still wait for news from our Galapagos trip. But current events push themselves to the fore.
It´s already T-time for everybody who is part of the „Y is for yellow“ community and it seems that we have not a moment too soon a tremendously tricky time in our fairy tale flatshare. We just got the wonderful news, that Gourmandinet will return in about two days time from his trip around the fairy talers world. Last night he twittered that he would try to take the next available DHL flight he could get on the German Unification Day, we celebrate today. I am not sure, that DHL will welcome him on board on this date, but never mind. It even gives us some more time to get prepared.
I told Cindy about his upcoming arrival and suggested throwing a welcome party for him. But she disapproved of my ideas and threw a tremendous tantrum instead. She got all worked up about Gourmandinet and his thirty month trip. I tried to gain a foothold and adduce some weighty arguments, what made me happy about his return. But she cut me short and rattled off endless points, why Gourmandinet shouldn´t live with us again. She rehashed old stories that Gourmandinet once had forgotten taking out the trash and other odd stuff. I was quite shocked, how she was mocking him and his trip. What was going on? We all know, that Cindy is NOT a remarkably quiet person. But this fit of temper was far too much.
Then she started sniffing. What was that? She never had done something like that before. Did she really want to put out all the stops and start crying? NO!!!! Instead Cindy capped it by taking my handpainted welcoming banner and breaking it in two. That made me gasp and run out of words. She was out of control. I sent her to her room. She threw the banner around the kitchen and huffed off.I can tell, by now the neighborhood is well informed about Gourmandinets arrival.
I sat down at the kitchen table with a tea. A nice cuppa always helps sorting thoughts. At the moment I only had a hunch of what was going on. Could it be true, that Cindy still was influenced by a far away election debate? Oh my!!!!! That was it!!!! We would need to find a better entertainment for October 9 or otherwise the „Pre Election mock disorder (PEMD)“ would drive us crazy.