Bitch on the Blog

October 28, 2013


Filed under: Human condition — bitchontheblog @ 19:53
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Some of us may live in ‘austere’ times. Most of you will need to add an extra hole to your belt.

Where we all stand united, and it gives me no pleasure to tell you: Dust, dirt, debris. You may run out of money you will never run out of shedding yourself. I have put many design faults at the creator’s door step but this one really does take elbow grease.



  1. I have had to punch another hole in my belt
    Lost 18 lbs to date!

    Comment by fjohn — October 28, 2013 @ 22:12 | Reply

    • Soon you’ll need braces too to keep your trousers where they belong.

      Apropos of nothing: My mother wasn’t of the “think of starving children in Biafra” brigade to make me empty my plate. The good woman realized two things: Firstly, no starving child would benefit from my leftovers; secondly, your stomach self regulates. And when it’s full it’s full. Possibly one of the reasons I have never had reason to go on a diet. I remember working with two older women who were by no means fat but obsessed with their weight. Couldn’t help but smile when they’d have a big lunch followed by a low calorie yoghurt because “it’s slimming”. I never pointed out to them the fault in their reasoning. Or maybe they just wanted to test whether I am stupid.

      So, John, congratulations on your continued loss (or should that be ‘gain’?). Haven’t quite worked out yet whether your efforts are for cosmetic or health reasons. If the former don’t worry – I think you look great. If the latter – then yes. Have to keep you alive. What would I do without my daily visits to that tiny village in Wales and the blog of St Francis? Don’t say I am not selfish.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — October 29, 2013 @ 05:05 | Reply

  2. For to hang onto the sheds would offend more than attract.

    Comment by wisewebwoman — October 29, 2013 @ 00:04 | Reply

    • Excellent advice, WWW, and poetically put.

      I don’t mind shedding. I suppose on a positive spin one could call it ‘renewal’. I don’t mind cleaning up the debris we leave in our wake. However, I am in awe – occasionally – of how much rubbish we produce. And, more philosophically, that dirt has a momentum, exists at all. If you think about it, and please don’t: I’d hate to be dirt. What would my life’s purpose be if everyone was just trying to get rid of me?


      Comment by bitchontheblog — October 29, 2013 @ 05:12 | Reply

  3. “Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,
    Before we too into the Dust descend;
    Dust unto Dust, and under Dust to lie,
    Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and–sans End!”

    ~ Omar Khayyam.

    Comment by Rummuser — October 29, 2013 @ 01:19 | Reply

    • Puts a whole new shine on the fairy tale ending of “All is well that ends well”. It’s plain untrue. Reminds me of people who are proud of their ability to build a precarious house of cards. To some extent I envy them their patience. I myself don’t see the point to engage in something that you know will come crashing down. However, what I do admire that those very same people don’t appear to mind. There might be a lesson in there – come to think of it: Pick yourself up. Start again. Till you are dust.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — October 29, 2013 @ 05:22 | Reply

  4. Dust. Everywhere where I am. It settles even an hour after you’ve swept.

    Comment by Maria — October 30, 2013 @ 15:26 | Reply

    • I know, Maria. It’s why they say “A woman’s work is never done”. Taking equality for granted I am not much of a feminist. But even I do have to say how division of labour is distributed is somewhat questionable. Please don’t laugh, or do: Never shall I forget the feeble words of a lovely man whose son I was nursing (round the clock), at the time, leaving me with a bomb site of kitchen (he had cooked the meal) excusing himself with the immortal words that I, Ursula, always prefer to do everything myself. How would he dare to step on my territory. You can’t beat it, can you?


      Comment by bitchontheblog — October 30, 2013 @ 15:48 | Reply

  5. Not to worry you, but (and you know that’s never a good way to start a sentence) having a few extra pounds as we get older doesn’t hurt. Should some unfortunate disease befall you, it’s good to have those few extra pounds so the wasting away is postponed. It’s called the “Fat Chance Theory of Survival.” I’m sure you’ve heard of it.

    Comment by Lorna's Voice — November 4, 2013 @ 18:56 | Reply

    • For some reason the Angel when he comes home, wasted though never incoherent, just bursts out in laughter when I tell him he looks it. Apparently it’s the way I say it.

      Other than that: I am no gambler but will take my chances. Usually not when it’s a safe bet.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — November 4, 2013 @ 19:31 | Reply

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