Bitch on the Blog

July 13, 2014

Pauper’s grave

Filed under: Human condition — bitchontheblog @ 08:32

Considering that the American motto is to “stay positive” I can’t help getting miffed and wonder at how many times a sad, down in the mouth, little face shows on my computer screen. Assuring me that it can’t ‘load’ but would I like to wait, reload or kill myself now. Whatever. The last option is no option since I can’t leave the Angel with the mess of  paperwork patiently waiting to be sorted out. The other day I came across most useful advice how to keep funeral costs down. In previous years I opted for a cardboard coffin. Now I find that a shroud will do. Also makes it easier for the worms to get inside your skull.

Yes, skull. Extraordinary piece of engineering to keep grey mass protected. If there is one thing I shall mourn (apart from missing my enjoyment of life) it’ll be my poor poor brain. It’s at bursting point as it is. And then? Then nothing. As a child I sometimes used to lie awake trying not to think about eternity. Or, worse, the universe/space going on and on. And even if there were boundaries to the universe what would lie behind the fence? No wonder my poor father sometimes got a little impatient. Yes, the wonder of childhood. When you think your parents have all the answers.




  1. Did you really think that your paents had all the answers? I can’t remember thinking that of mine……… nor thinking thatmy teachers thoughthey had them. All I remeber is that THEY thought that they had all the answers and that I should follow their ideas.
    The horror is that from time to time I find that, as a parent, I find myself thinking the same.

    I think that I am sure of one thing and one thing only and that is thatI don’t know all the answers.

    Comment by magpie11 — July 13, 2014 @ 16:35 | Reply

    • Yes, I did, Magpie. Such was my trust (in many ways to this day) in the adults in my life that I thought that they had all the answers: Grandparents, Parents, Aunts, Uncles, you name them. Even my son, though younger than me, has answers where I just try to chew through wire.

      They say, and there is some truth in it, that the moment you realize that your parents do NOT have all the answers is the painful moment when you are on the threshold of growing up.

      Mostly I live by something my father once mentioned in passing. Namely that the art in life is to ask the RIGHT questions. Sounds grand, doesn’t it? Had me vexed for a moment. But he is right. Ask the wrong question and you might as well get lost in the forest. At night.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — July 14, 2014 @ 05:11 | Reply

  2. I like forests at night…… as long as there are no ghouls and ghosties.

    Comment by magpie11 — July 15, 2014 @ 14:04 | Reply

  3. I don’t remember contemplating vast questions or thinking any adult knew everything. I just had this implicit trust that what I needed would be there when I needed it. I kept things simple by not knowing things were complicated. Then I grew up. Shizzle. Now I know things are complicated and try to keep things simple. The other way was a whole lot easier… 😉

    Comment by Lorna's Voice — July 16, 2014 @ 15:06 | Reply

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