Bitch on the Blog

October 8, 2013


Filed under: Observations — bitchontheblog @ 19:41
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Before I answer my last four commentators on that ghastly “Leftovers” post of mine – now congealed – let me make myself even less popular.

I am stricken, Sweethearts. Stricken. On many a front. I don’t want condolences, sympathy, or anything. Not even your attention. I am not yet ready to phone the Samaritans and even if, I’d only speak to the one and only John. Largely comparing notes on geese and goat herds. As I fritter my life on the inconsequential, instead of concentrating on the essential, thus doing what LOS (longest standing friend – he who speaks his truth unvarnished, and you will recoil when he does) once told me: “You (that’s me) are sabotaging yourself. ” At the time I didn’t take much notice of it. However, 16 years on, I think he might have been onto something. Can’t say I like Scarlet O’Hara much – not least because I have taken on board her last words: “Tomorrow is another day.”

This minute I need to eat. I don’t feel like it. I am not hungry. Till I have nailed it. Pass me the hammer.



  1. Ah sabotage
    We all do it

    Comment by fjohn — October 8, 2013 @ 20:28 | Reply

    • Do we, John? I seem to have elevated it to an art form.

      Am getting my mojo back. In the meantime thanks for your comforting words. Yesterday you had me in tears (in a good way) over at yours. My comment didn’t show up. Just as well. Sometimes a good fairy hovers above me and presses an invisible delete button so I don’t make a complete snivelling arse of myself.

      You say: “When I eventually ‘go light’ I want it to be at home. With my own pillow under my head.” So does my mother. I cannot believe it: One moment she is fit and healthy – physically and mentally. The next she finds herself in hospital. She refused various tests, just wanted to go home. Basically discharged herself. So far so nothing: No doubt things happen when you are 80. As fit as you may be. But – and this is what I can’t get my head round – she doesn’t want to see anyone (there is family round the corner) and she doesn’t want to talk to me (I live in another country). Not talk to me? We always talked. On a regular basis. We reminisced, we laughed, we cried, we (mis)understood each other. I dare say I am the one of her daughters she speaks to the most though I am (geographically) the furthest away. Fact is, and I have known this for many years, I am in a total time warp with my parents. In my mind’s eye they are younger than I myself am now. How dare she falter? I know my mother well enough to not even wish to imagine what she must be going through at the moment.



      Comment by bitchontheblog — October 9, 2013 @ 11:21 | Reply

  2. Hm, very confusing.

    I read back to the post mentioned and I find that I quite like the idea of spitting in the eye of the establishment, whatever that happens to be at the time of the event.

    I’m only here because of your name which I found on wwwoman’s blog (I think – my memory isn’t what it was)

    Confusing because you seem so very determined to make much of something you don’t make much of. In the ordinary course of events.

    Still, I am interested and will somehow put you into my bookmarks and come back and read another rant.

    Comment by friko — October 8, 2013 @ 21:14 | Reply

    • I like that, Friko: “… you seem so very determined to make much of something you don’t make much of. In the ordinary course of events.” If ever there was a riddle. It’ll occupy me in idle moments (like when I do the washing up).

      Hope your promise to ‘come back’ is not an empty one. And I do NOT ‘rant’. I voice (not very carefully) considered opinions as and when the time devil and his underlings whip me out of shape.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — October 9, 2013 @ 11:27 | Reply

  3. Ah but stopping the behaviour we want to change and reprogramming is “anudder ting” entirely. I, too, struggle with sabotage. Best eaten boiling hot.

    Comment by wisewebwoman — October 8, 2013 @ 21:30 | Reply

    • WWW, it’s not so much about “stopping” as starting. My first car was a beauty. French. Not that that has any bearing. You could bet your bottom Franc that it wouldn’t start in the morning. Particularly in winter. However, I am not stupid. I know which way the wind blows. So I rented a flat on top of a steep decline. That way I could push the car without much muscle downhill and jump into it once it got its puff back.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — October 9, 2013 @ 11:32 | Reply

  4. What makes you think that you are unique? All of us humans sabotage ourselves at times. Just be happy that you are human.

    Comment by Rummuser — October 9, 2013 @ 01:30 | Reply

    • I am unique, Ramana, As is everyone. And I am happy to be human. Otherwise I’d be a cat. Or, preferably, one of those big birds with a wing span and an eyesight to die for. Though the thought of eating mice and vole raw makes me reconsider.

      Still, as you hint at: We are all united in many facets of the human condition.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — October 9, 2013 @ 11:37 | Reply

  5. All very enigmatic. Stricken on many a front? And what fronts would they be exactly (you do mention the problems with your mother)? Personal? Domestic? Financial? Emotional? Romantic? Do enlighten us….

    Comment by nick — October 10, 2013 @ 06:51 | Reply

  6. Sometimes that which appears inconsequential is more than essential and a sight more interesting too.

    Comment by magpie11 — October 10, 2013 @ 18:30 | Reply

  7. I don’t have a hammer. Would a hard shoe do?

    Comment by Lorna's Voice — October 14, 2013 @ 19:20 | Reply

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