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For Daniel. Here's a taste (no pun intended) of my writing.
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Life is crazy.
So many different emotions and events beaten around like they're under a hand held mixer.
Mixing so many thoughts and feelings together like a marble cake with confetti icing.
I get ready to gather the ingrediants together.
Wondering, what will life put in my bowl today?
I look at the ceiling, as I roll my eyes.
I add a little disappointment, with a little anxiety.
Then I break three extra large stressors against the side of the bowl.
As I turn to find the beaters,
Ooops, I forgot to grease my pan with some non-stick heart ache.
As I spray on the heart ache, I throw some jealously in the pan so the heart ache won't be so wide spread and run everwhere.
I go back to my mixer, beat on high for 7 minutes.
Okay.
Now the ingrediants are fully mixed.
But the lumps. Why are there always lumps or even bumps that make the batter, not so digestable?
Can this stupid mixture ever be smoothe???
Knowing that it probably never will be, I pour my not yet started day into the pan.
Forty five minutes of baking;
Fusing those ingrediants together ever so painfully.
It is done.
I pull the pressure-saving foil off of the icing container.
I let all of the icing out,
As I spread it onto the cake.
It is smoothe.
Minus the spontaneous, colored pieces in it.
I smile, looking at my day.
God, would you like to have a piece of my day with me?
I'm sorry about the lumps, I will work on them.
I don't give you enough credit.
But it's not okay, I should be more faithful, because I know that you have had this day planned for me, forever.
Yes, I do know that you gave me this recipe for a reason.
But did they have to be extra large stressors?
Why not Grade A Medium?
I'm sorry, you're right, I should not question this.
Will my baking get better in time?
Yes, thank you, I would love for you to stay with me today.
What about tomorrow, and the next too?
A mold?
You are going to shape the cakes into a mold?
In the end, will the molded cakes be good?
I see.
But how long will it take???
I hate waiting for a good cake.
Again, you are right.
Will I ever learn to trust you?
You are the head pastry chef.
Yes I would, thank you.
I really need a hug.
How about we do lunch?
Dinner too?
Ditto.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Life is crazy.
So many different emotions and events beaten around like they're under a hand held mixer.
Mixing so many thoughts and feelings together like a marble cake with confetti icing.
I get ready to gather the ingrediants together.
Wondering, what will life put in my bowl today?
I look at the ceiling, as I roll my eyes.
I add a little disappointment, with a little anxiety.
Then I break three extra large stressors against the side of the bowl.
As I turn to find the beaters,
Ooops, I forgot to grease my pan with some non-stick heart ache.
As I spray on the heart ache, I throw some jealously in the pan so the heart ache won't be so wide spread and run everwhere.
I go back to my mixer, beat on high for 7 minutes.
Okay.
Now the ingrediants are fully mixed.
But the lumps. Why are there always lumps or even bumps that make the batter, not so digestable?
Can this stupid mixture ever be smoothe???
Knowing that it probably never will be, I pour my not yet started day into the pan.
Forty five minutes of baking;
Fusing those ingrediants together ever so painfully.
It is done.
I pull the pressure-saving foil off of the icing container.
I let all of the icing out,
As I spread it onto the cake.
It is smoothe.
Minus the spontaneous, colored pieces in it.
I smile, looking at my day.
God, would you like to have a piece of my day with me?
I'm sorry about the lumps, I will work on them.
I don't give you enough credit.
But it's not okay, I should be more faithful, because I know that you have had this day planned for me, forever.
Yes, I do know that you gave me this recipe for a reason.
But did they have to be extra large stressors?
Why not Grade A Medium?
I'm sorry, you're right, I should not question this.
Will my baking get better in time?
Yes, thank you, I would love for you to stay with me today.
What about tomorrow, and the next too?
A mold?
You are going to shape the cakes into a mold?
In the end, will the molded cakes be good?
I see.
But how long will it take???
I hate waiting for a good cake.
Again, you are right.
Will I ever learn to trust you?
You are the head pastry chef.
Yes I would, thank you.
I really need a hug.
How about we do lunch?
Dinner too?
Ditto.