Bitch on the Blog

September 15, 2014

See through

Filed under: Atmosphere,Human condition — bitchontheblog @ 03:11

To continue where I left off:  Sometimes I wish I were a character in a cartoon. My tastes being simple Tom, Jerry and Roadrunner come to mind. There is a lot of subterfuge, traps and running around. Whilst no good at subterfuge or wishing to set traps I am fast on my feet. Not to keep fit  (this is addressed to Jane Fonda and my American readers) or because I am in a hurry. Not at all. But because I CAN. Ha. Enjoy it whilst it lasts.

No bull. The sensation of a confident and fast stride is heaven. There is freedom in stride. My heart – being so soft it doesn’t have a shell – goes out to many people and their plight. Yet there is something particularly unnerving about the ‘elderly’. Reduced to a walking stick, inching their way forward, maybe round shouldered, bent forward. Breaks my heart to think of them not that long ago (if decades) skipping, tearing around.

Where was I? Cartoons and ghosts of the past and a future to come. My mine gripe, and as punctual as the yearly advent of Christmas,  the days are getting SHORTER. I don’t like it. Not because I don’t like the dark. I do. I am not afraid of it and dark gives you an excuse to light candles. Nevertheless,  as I am looking out of my window now, it’ll be another two hours or so till dawn dawns (as dawn does). Yes, dawn and dusk. If ever there was a melancholic alliteration.



  1. Ah, if at all you have to be a cartoon character, you should give serious consideration to being Peggy Jean.

    Comment by rummuser — September 15, 2014 @ 06:52 | Reply

    • Good old Charlie Brown. Largely by-passed me on account of geography. Will look into his love interest Peggy Jean, and let you now what I think of your choice of destiny for me. Appears a bit short lived.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — September 16, 2014 @ 15:57 | Reply

  2. I don’t know if I would like to be a cartoon character (Rummuser would have to be Popeye or his bearded opponent, Bluto?, given his latest photgraph)……As a habitual strider in my youth I do miss that aspect of my life….. I just cannot do it anymore….but no stick needed as yet…. I do have some good ones though…… some family airluminous ones even.

    As for the shortening of days there are good things about it….. the wonderful plethora of seasonal fruits and vegetables and the glorious colours of nature at this time…… not the brash American ones necessarily more the subtle English and European ones. And these are empasised by the nature of Autumn light… (there’s a poem in there I suppose) and later “beeches drip in browns and duns”… (Hardy: “Weathers”)

    Don’t be too despondent ,,,,,,

    Comment by magpie11 — September 15, 2014 @ 11:13 | Reply

    • I am not despondent. I like the crisp early morning air of an autumn morning. Sun rising. The memory of a new year at school starting, pencils sharpened, note books as yet unsullied with red ink on the margins.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — September 16, 2014 @ 15:55 | Reply

  3. ‘It’s the holes in each ear, that gives us the fear; that and the absence of light’. Spike Milligan.

    Comment by Cro Magnon — September 15, 2014 @ 15:35 | Reply

    • You and Spike Milligan hit a nerve. Fell in love with an English man. Son of an army officer. Stationed in the (my) motherland. The Naafi kept them in baked beans and marmite. Next door was the cinema. I believe first time I attended it was “Brian”. As the lights dimmed the audience rose to the British Anthem. I didn’t {rise]. I kept firmly seated. I do not stand to attention. And as queens go there is Freddy Mercury. And even for him I wouldn’t curtsy.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — September 16, 2014 @ 15:52 | Reply

  4. Melancholia becomes you.


    Comment by wisewebwoman — September 16, 2014 @ 01:46 | Reply

    • Yes, and John recently suggested that Helen Mirren should play me. Meryl Streep won’t do since her nose is so streamlined I’d need to glue one and a half of hers together to approximate mine. It’s amazing – and not many people know this – how the shape of your nose defines you. Luckily my dear sweet mother with not a bad bone in her body was and is cruel in her observations: So it’s all water off my back.

      Quack, quack,

      Comment by bitchontheblog — September 16, 2014 @ 15:35 | Reply

  5. I really dislike the increasing darkness. It gives me a kind of claustrophobia, I feel shut in and defensive and isolated. I long for the increasing daylight again.

    As for being a cartoon character, I wouldn’t want to be either predatory Tom or scared Jerry. It’s not actually a cartoon, but I’d quite like to be one of the Clangers. Such an idyllic, carefree existence.

    Comment by nick — September 16, 2014 @ 14:41 | Reply

    • The thing about Tom and Jerry that they feed off each other. Like (feuding) friends. One couldn’t do without the other. How would Road Runner occupy his days if the vile Coyote weren’t after him? And vice versa.

      It may have come to your attention that Donald Sinden died a few days ago. I can’t remember the name of the TV series but he and his feuding neighbour were my first introduction into British humoUr. And what if Basil Fawlty hadn’t been tied into so many toe curling knots?

      Think about it, Nick: LSF (longest standing friend) and I were at each other’s throats for ages. What with him being my best friend’s boyfriend. And I his best friend’s girl friend. Oh, my god. Yes. Funny thing is: We were like a house on fire. And of the whole wide circle of those days it’s only the two of us who still purr at each other. Not that that stops him behaving like my father giving me marching orders as to how to conduct my life. Moral of that story of mine: Never sleep with the enemy if you want to stay good friends.

      Will look up the ‘Clangers’. Never heard of them. Though you mentioning “idyllic existence’ the Waltons do come to mind. Yes, those were the days. I am still trying to savour them [those day] by baking bread and muffins and generally being homely in between dropping clangers.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — September 16, 2014 @ 15:34 | Reply

      • “The Clangers was an animated children’s TV series about a family of mouse-like creatures who live on, and in, a small blue planet (quite similar to, but not intended to be, the Moon). They speak in whistles, and eat green soup supplied by the Soup Dragon.” – Wikipedia. The series is being revived shortly with Michael Palin providing the voice-overs.

        Comment by nick — September 17, 2014 @ 07:17 | Reply

  6. U, you don’t need an excuse to light a candle. Just do it! For those of us (and I do mean us) who can’t sprint any more, simple liberties such as lighting a candle during the day or singing (without music and back-up singers) when people can hear you is pure joy.

    Comment by Lorna's Voice — September 17, 2014 @ 19:10 | Reply

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