Sweet & Sour Sunday

Image by Jeff Klugiewicz from Pixabay

One grey sky, two busy birds, and three tea bags steeped dark and strong. Sunday morning routines get delayed by a social media call--not really urgent but with an unexplained urgency. Unfinished chores wait at the sink and uncompleted shopping list sticks to the fridge. A leftover soup begs for my consumption, "in the era of inflation, there's no throwing away."

They are not there anymore--on the shelf, a big empty space awaits your eyes. What you want is no longer there; other brands crowd nearby but you don't care. You think you have bought eighty dollar stuff, but cashier says it is one hundred and twenty. What is happening to your mathematical mind? You used to make good estimates on the fly, calculate budget in your head, optimize the purchase without sacrificing the taste. But no more. Shopping no longer pleases your mind; no incentives for it to work on the numbers.  

The weather has been weird ever since the Canadian forest fire--humid, cloudy, hardly any sun for two or three weeks. It is not too bad but the strangeness of it makes one think of possible turbulence ahead. Is the weather a temperamental lover who is going to punish you for not listening to its complaints? 

In this post, I am trying to mimic the style of a poem I read, but you can see the imitation is bad. However I am not annoyed even though the Sunday offers a thousand little annoyance. Somehow I feel that I have been stepping out of my usual bitterness, probably for good. To tell the truth, I used to gain strength, inspiration, and wisdom from my bitterness, which was why the more bitter I felt, the more energized I became. However I have, for some inexplicable reasons, let go of my bitter cycle. Probably it is due to the fact that I've become aware of the cycle and felt its destructiveness and negativeness. 

Now I am going to stop writing and go to watch some Titanic news from the past week. It is said by various people that there are at least one to two thousands people die in the oceans, mostly migrants, and many ships sink and lost, but the world never pays attention to them. Titanic is always the star and other ships hardly make it to the news. Well, I am wondering if there is a better way of presenting disappointing facts of human life...