Bitch on the Blog

June 15, 2010

Without trace

Filed under: Communication,Despair,Happiness,Human condition — bitchontheblog @ 10:48

Let’s call a spade a fact: My life is at the moment, intermittently, shit (for gaelikaa’s benefit add an Irish ‘e’ , ie shite, to make it sound less harsh).

Throwing myself at the bosom of my not too sympathetic but nevertheless appreciated readers of this blog’s outpourings: Why do I bake bread and chocolate muffins in the midst of disaster? I think they call it displacement or some such. Also, Magpie, and I know this will pain you, I have taken to listening to Heavy Metal full blast to deaden the pain and block it all out. Still, I suppose Abba could be worse and any classical music would only serve to make my tears fall – so to be avoided at all costs.

Neither can I take BHB’s route to happiness by saddling my snow boots, roaming in fresh air.

Do you remember “Road Runner” beep beep? I love that guy. That’s me on speed. Looney, counting on you.

Jean, guess which character I most love in Winnie the Pooh. Eyeore that’s who. I don’t identify with him in the slightest but, as opposed to me, he had life nailed. Everything good was a bonus. I always felt sorry for Tigger, the Polyanna of the story. He didn’t get it, did he? Imagine all that exuberance washed out of you as life takes its toll – then what? It amounts to tragedy in the face of laughter. And let this be a lesson to all of us: None of the other insipid characters made much of an impact.

More later when in need of a break before sinking in current morast.

Hugs and kisses,

U

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18 Comments »

  1. Ah Shite, you are a very funny but private person. You don’t tell us what your “morast” is. If you did we could say, my life is for the dogs but at least Ursula’s is worse. ( Not a comforting thought but put your tongue in cheek.)

    Comment by bikehikebabe — June 15, 2010 @ 13:06 | Reply

    • Dearest Bike Hike Babe, my tongue is always firmly tucked away in my cheek; mainly because I have avoided dentist for the last few months to repair broken crown. Also I don’t need him to tell me that I grind my teeth at night. Let me shoot a pellet of wisdom your way: DETAIL (ie morast) of one’s plight is rarely important. It usually just serves to bore the hell out of those whose shoulder you cry on.

      To paraphrase what you said: My life is not a dog’s one but a cat’s (nine and counting). And ‘worse’? Definitely not. Life is not a competition and how we perceive that which befalls us is relative to our expectations; particularly when the likes of Lady Bracknell are waiting in the wings (Reference: How to Be Earnest).

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — June 15, 2010 @ 13:35 | Reply

      • I had a tooth guard that I lost in India. (Why isn’t this teeth guard & teethbrush?) It was made by the dentist & was $75 (maybe less, I forget). To replace it I went to a fancy dentist recommended by our Jean of CheerfulMonk. That was $3,000. He took measurements of all sorts & had me come back after it was made 10 times, to grind a bit off here or there.

        The only thing that makes me want to grind my teeth is wearing that tooth guard.

        Comment by bikehikebabe — June 15, 2010 @ 14:00 | Reply

        • My daughter-in-law was in Ireland (studying anthropology. You don’t dig in the dirt for that.) She was told to have all dental work done in the U.S. because the Irish were 100 years behind in dentistry. Sorry gaelikaa & Grannymar. (Oh, Grannymar won’t be reading this.) But that was 20 + years ago so things must have improved. England has a bad rap for dentistry too.

          The dairy farmer ( We lived on a farm [I visited] ) had one brown tooth that hurt. He couldn’t have it pulled because it was the anchor to hold his false teeth. Must have been all those “biscuits” he ate all day.

          Comment by bikehikebabe — June 15, 2010 @ 21:56 | Reply

          • I should clarify–The farmer had ONLY one tooth. It was his anchor to hold his false teeth.

            Comment by bikehikebabe — June 15, 2010 @ 22:05 | Reply

          • Bike Hike Babe, I wouldn’t bank on Grannymar not reading my blog. Human nature being what it is she’d have to have the iron will of I don’t know who not to. Still, that woman is made of stern stuff. So glad she is not my mother-in-law.

            Yes, dentistry. Mute point in the UK. When I arrived in this country two of my teeth were filled with gold and a bridge to die for. Come to think of it: Should I sue my parents for benign neglect in my teeth forming years?

            British dentists – instead of concentrating on task in hand – can’t marvel enough at the craftmanship to be found in my mouth. Not that I can comment on any of it when mouth clamped open. That’s why I have a rather dim view of dentists. They pin you down and then they do ALL the talking.

            Best British dentist I ever had was Chinese. I am convinced he had an affair with his (female) assistant. The chemistry between them so electric it’s a miracle I never left his chair without my hair standing on end. Eventually his pregnant wife divorced him, he returned to where he came from and leaving me one brilliant dentist short.

            Don’t get me started on hygienists. I had one I called “The Butcher”. He was.

            I do not subscribe to Californian perfection. Teeth do not need to be fake gleaming white.

            Bike Hike Babe, I am so glad I am not the only one grinding my teeth. Though have so far refused to wear contraption you mention. Let nature run its course. If worst comes to worst Apple of my Eye will have to feed me baby mush in about thirty years’ time.

            U

            Comment by bitchontheblog — June 15, 2010 @ 23:14 | Reply

            • Grannymar is a kind, sweet, giving person. But she DOES NOT FORGIVE if she feels crossed. ( Can one go to Heaven if they don’t forgive? Looney what do you think? Looney knows more about Heaven.)

              On the other hand, You U. don’t forgive either. I just wish you & Grannymar would kiss & make-up.

              Comment by bikehikebabe — June 16, 2010 @ 01:16 | Reply

              • BHB, I know as much about heaven as I do about Pune. What I do know is that holding a grudge only harms the grudge holder, both in the here and now and in the future that I hope for. For the practically minded theistic atheists living in The Age Of Layoffs, the grouch is first to go. It is preferable to work with a friendly and forgiving idiot than a contentious genius. You can endure a little taste of hell in all this if anger and grudges really get the upper hand, but as I recall, Ursula said that she thinks hell will be more interesting.

                That being said, sometimes it is really hard to forgive and I have had to pray hard and often in former times. Now I am curious how Jean handles all this!

                Comment by Looney — June 16, 2010 @ 01:54 | Reply

              • Bike Hike Babe, you say that Grannymar is “sweet, kind and giving.” She may well be. And that I am as UNforgiving as GM is. I am sorry, BHB, but there are two holes in your reasoning:

                Despite the fact that GM helped Conrad to drag my name through the mud I have held out my hand to her many a time: Since Conradgate I have sent her totally uncontroversial comments on her blog (naturally deleted), I have addressed her once or twice over at Ramana’s (naturally ignored). Someone stonecold, not yielding to any attempt of reconciliation and communicating cannot be described as ‘kind, sweet, giving’. Her approach is foreign to me.

                That so very often cited humoUr of hers certainly doesn’t show in her dealings with me. My addressing a damp stone wall covered in ivy or moss or green slime would yield a more interesting result than trying to squeeze a drop out of a dry stone.

                Fact is: Grannymar doesn’t like me. Which is fine. There are people I don’t gel with either. However, I do not ignore them or cross the road when I see them as GM does with me.

                If GM and I didn’t comment on the same blogs there would have long been an end to my occasionally trying to needle her back to life.

                Whether GM will go to heaven as you asked and Looney answered so very diplomatically in his comment I do not know. Maybe there is a half way house for her.

                U

                Comment by bitchontheblog — June 17, 2010 @ 02:51 | Reply

                • “I am sorry, BHB, but there are two holes in your reasoning:”

                  Maybe only 1/2 a hole. Remember I said, “But she DOES NOT FORGIVE if she feels crossed.” And you can’t truly forgive GM when she doesn’t acknowledge your kindness to her, as shown in your comments. That only leaves 1/2 a hole in that you are offering her peace which she doesn’t accept.

                  Comment by bikehikebabe — June 17, 2010 @ 13:44 | Reply

        • My first mouth guard from him was about $300, the last one was $1200. His prices are sure going up! At least he’s not like the dentist someone recommended in Santa Fe. She wanted to completely redo my mouth so everything would line up perfectly. Instead I went along with a mouth guard for $1000, quite high at the time. I figured that would be perfectly safe. Yeah, sure. The impression she made was way off so she ended up trying to hammer the mouth guard on with a mallet. Needless to say I was happy to escape with just the loss of $1000. Andy and I figure by now we’ve had our money’s worth in laughs.

          Comment by Cheerful Monk — June 16, 2010 @ 02:19 | Reply

  2. Even though empathy is something I am incapable of, I do hope things turn around without the need for drugs to accomplish it.

    As for the Road Runner analogy, my role model has been Wile Coyote. We are both engineers and have a less than perfect record on our designs.

    Comment by Looney — June 15, 2010 @ 13:55 | Reply

    • Thanks, Looney, for someone ‘incapable’ of empathy you show potential. There are problems in life of a practical nature that no amount of Prozac thrown at them will cure. Instead I recite to myself Elton John’s “I am still standing” and I don’t know who belted that one out “I will survive”. The latter being a foregone conclusion.

      Had completely forgotten about Road Runner’s menace, Wile Coyote. There was a moment of hilarity in this house earlier today when Apple of my Eye caught me playing – in wake of your comment – a clip on “youtube” (as one does) but WITHOUT sound (one of my computers is on strike and gone mute, deaf and dumb). Considering that the ‘beep, beep’ is rather vital it was a little surreal to see Coyote quietly finish off Road Runner for good.

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — June 17, 2010 @ 03:14 | Reply

  3. Oh, I hate that Ursula. Sometimes there’s just no other word is there?

    Comment by gaelikaa — June 17, 2010 @ 19:23 | Reply

    • Why do you hate Ursula? Is it her disregard of decorum? Her disregard of respect for Grannymar? Or are you being humoUrous?

      You are sweet, gentle, feminine . Ursula isn’t exactly like you. “Love thy neighboUr as thyself.”

      Comment by bikehikebabe — June 17, 2010 @ 19:41 | Reply

      • She doesn’t hate Ursula, she hates “that”. Presumably the word “shit”?

        Comment by Cheerful Monk — June 17, 2010 @ 21:04 | Reply

      • It might have been more clear if she had written, “Oh, I hate that, Ursula.”

        Comment by Cheerful Monk — June 17, 2010 @ 21:06 | Reply

        • Thanks for clearing that for me. Sometimes I can’t see the forest for the trees. Gaelikaa doesn’t hate.

          Comment by bikehikebabe — June 17, 2010 @ 21:44 | Reply


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