After the terrifying hostility observed yesterday
afternoon I decided to call in the only reinforcements I have known to work in
such cases. I have heard the natives refer to them as “Grandma and Papa”.
I decided to leave the small creatures in the care
of those saintly visiting explorers while I take refuge in the land of the big
people for 24 hours.
I felt this much needed break would allow me time to
regain my strength to take on the challenges that surely awaited my return.
As I approach the end of my 24 hour pass I can’t
help but feel a tad perplexed at where my time has gone. While I had planned to
put my hours of reprieve towards some much needed “me time”; as my caffeinated
sweet relief kicks in I am recalling the events of the evening. After helping a
fellow caretaker for several hours I used the remaining time to prepare for the
upcoming festivities. To be honest it’s a blur of red and silver with tape,
screws and the occasional bolt thrown in, (because when at the establishment at
which I purchased these supplies month ago “some assembly required” had the
facade of simplicity. Yet as the clock struck 1:00 AM and words were flying
only a sailor would approve of, I found myself, let’s say, “slightly agitated” that I had made the
decision some 2 months before that an extra $10 for the establishment to
assemble all these offerings would just be plain frivolous. Yet another gold
star for me on thinking it through…
It’s Christmastime in the jungle and this means
hours upon hours of encasing more shiny noise making items for the natives,
which they will of course later use to engage in a noise making battle with
each other and possibly even in a bigger plot to overthrow their caretaker.
But as all of us in the suburban wilderness do, we
must prepare for the arrival of the big man in red by pre-shopping,
pre-wrapping and pre-baking for him; (hmmm why does this process seem
familiar..?). Any way…
Regardless I shall spend my last hour of freedom as
I always do, rocking myself, sipping my coffee and pretending to focus on
fantasies of white sandy beaches while in reality making lists in my head of
supplies to be gathered and tasks that are sadly not going to do themselves.
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