This week’s words: Brood moody hex sober salubrious* ransom counterintuitive calculate misnomer train fortunate appease
Cyril Rum, angel on Sabbatical, was intrigued by the present time of year. Around him, it was as if a hex had been performed on the local inhabitants as Christmas decorations appeared at an alarming rate. There were lights, figurines and Christmas trees aplenty.
His neighbour Mildred Thrup was a moody person at this time of year. She had no brood to celebrate with, and so her house received a minimum of attention. She confided in Cyril that she wasn’t going to be held to ransom the pressures of society and didn’t mind if they thought of her as a scrooge. (That did require an explanation from her).
Cyril was intrigued by the very nature of the time. He was puzzled by how man had calculated this time of year to celebrate the birth of Jesus. He didn’t think from his knowledge of the event that human calculations had got it right. It certainly didn’t seem to Cyril to have been a sober decision. But then again, God being God, time wasn’t a factor that bothered him.
It was all a bit counterintuitive to him, but then again mankind would never be known for their intuitiveness.
He was interested in how Mildred was going to plan her day. She informed him that for his benefit she would prepare a very salubrious meal full of healthy fresh food.
He followed her train of thought to a degree, and as he had known Mildred for some time, he felt fortunate to have a neighbour such as Mildred.
He considered it a misnomer to call a bountiful feast a healthy meal but was happy to appease Mildred in acquiescing to her desire for a celebratory meal.
It was a feast to remember, Cyril being angelic didn’t really need feeding, but he was on a mission to learn about life on earth, and there were sacrifices he knew he had to make.
To his surprise, it was a great feast. Salubrious seemed such a good word he thought as he settled down later to digest it all.