Bitch on the Blog

November 17, 2011


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Looney just left me a comment which reminds me that if there were a title for Queen of Empty Promises I’d win at least a duchy. With a horse. I shall call it Rosinante in remembrance of Sancho Panza whose love of food and wine I share. Only to find myself building windmills which I promptly have to fight. Any of you may audition for the part of Dulcinea but don’t keep your hopes up.

So many ideas in the oven, broilers on the boil. It’s crazy. It’s also a sure fire way not to get anywhere. Or, oh so witty, get nowhere fast. Spare me. As my mentor, her of the chocolate, tartly remarked the other day: “It’s all very well, Ursula, but you have got to follow THROUGH.” I know. I know. I know. I couldn’t agree more. But then I do like the chase. It’s the man in me. And the perfectionist dormant, possibly long dead. There are people in my life, sniffy, because I have “let them down” not being my old perfect self. Well, sorry. You know: As life goes on there is more to tend to than bloody perfection. Go and scrub your own doorstep if you must. Don’t wax it though. You may slip.

So, yes, Looney. Einstein will be taken care of, eventually. Now his flesh having fallen off the bone he will have more room for manoeuvre (turning in his grave).


PS Stock phrase of my youth, encompassing any eventuality: “It’s all relative”



  1. I’m a recovering Perfectionist (among other things). It’s a difficult trait to give up–even trying to give up I feel I have to go about it in just the right way. Quite the conundrum, I’d say. đŸ˜‰

    Comment by Lorna's Voice — November 17, 2011 @ 23:35 | Reply

    • Lorna, you have hit a perfect nail on its perfect head and now it’s bent. Just follow those number of steps I absolutely refuse to entertain, and you will be on stairway to heaven. Naturally, God, because he is given to testing one’s patience, will topple you at the last minute. At least you’ll fall softly (unless it’s a clear sky – see earlier reference to gutter).


      Comment by Ursula — November 18, 2011 @ 13:59 | Reply

  2. I suppose I should volunteer to perform the role of the horse in this play. Getting older I can’t move like I used to. The horse took a lot of abuse, but was the one character in Don Quixote who acquitted himself honorably.

    Comment by Looney — November 18, 2011 @ 04:54 | Reply

    • Leaving aside honorable acquittal I believe you have miscast yourself: Doesn’t it take two humans to make one horse?


      Comment by Ursula — November 18, 2011 @ 14:02 | Reply

      • Oh hey! Looney, if you get the role of the horse and it takes two people, choose the front end. The view is a bit more interesting, I would imagine.

        Comment by Phil — November 18, 2011 @ 19:45 | Reply

        • I take it, Phil, that, self sacrificing, you will bring up the rear?


          Comment by Ursula — November 18, 2011 @ 19:59 | Reply

          • I’ve been known to be a horse’s ass before, so I imagine I could hold my end of the bargain, self-sacrificing or not…

            Comment by Phil — November 18, 2011 @ 20:52 | Reply

            • I was thinking to ask Ramana to be the other half. His “hindsight” theme seems to fit in quite well.

              Comment by Looney — November 19, 2011 @ 05:27 | Reply

  3. Perfectionism is all relative. Much is spent in the way of energy and mass in an attempt to provide light. I don’t know about the squared thing, but I think Einstein was on to something…

    Fret not, for it is far better to take on those Windmills and embark on many adventures even if you may never complete them entirely, than to return home and decide to retire as a shepherd; retirement from it all didn’t work out well for Don Quixote.

    Comment by Phil — November 18, 2011 @ 13:39 | Reply

    • “Energy, mass, attempt, light”? Are you sure you do not descend from Einstein, if in a wavy line?

      Oh Phil, I tell you, windmills are not what they used to be. And driving across, say, Holland or Belgium being the flat feet of the European landscape, their energy saving (!) windmills are not exactly inviting to fight them. I’d rather ride a donkey.


      Comment by Ursula — November 18, 2011 @ 14:09 | Reply

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