Crab, Apples & Oranges
In abidance with the Law of Attraction, I make demands of the Universe, shaking the proverbial apple tree only for oranges to fall and bop me on the head. "But... but... I already had all the fixings for apple pie--even made dough from scratch!" I protest with floury fists and a quivering lip. With this plot twist, I apply the old adage, "When life gives you oranges, make orange juice." Rolling up sleeves of a third hand shirt, I ask the Universe again: for a knife, a juicer, a glass, and so on. But what if I'm meant to make marmalade instead? And thus I tumble down the mountain of expectations I summitted, am presented with a zester and canning jars. Alas it's only human to have expectations: that with the flick of a switch a light bulb blazes, that gravity will force each foot to the floor, that though the eyes close to sleep, the heart will continue to beat. Where w...