Bitch on the Blog

May 13, 2017

Cards being dealt

Filed under: Amusement,Communication,forward,Friends,Kitchen,Observations — bitchontheblog @ 10:18
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Housekeeping is good. I like it. A bit like stock taking.

So, on a point of housekeeping: Those of you I haven’t replied to recently my apologies. Please do not think that your comments go unnoticed. They don’t. I think them over and pen many a considered reply in my head whilst getting on with other things. Yes, if only I could decant my thoughts whilst leading the rest of my life it would not only be efficient it would bury you under an avalanche. Which would be a pity. Because it’s difficult to find that special tree in a forest, or a swine among my many pearls.

Where were we? Housekeeping. My  recent and truly enchanting post on “arrogance” has gone awol (absent without leave). Which reminds me – I think it the height of, no, not arrogance but thoughtlessness how acronyms are used. A few days ago I read an article so memorable I have now forgotten what it was about. But it was interesting. Not least because the author kept going on and on and then some more with three capital letters which meant nothing to me. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Still, it made good reading which is quite an achievement when the reader has no idea what the writer is on about. Considering his – frankly shocking – last post Nick may like to pick up the baton and hasten the end.

Over at John’s a handbag dog with a bone not able to get her teeth into but (for reasons no longer unknown to me) an axe to grind tried to “savage” me. That was so cute – if incoherent. Should you, Sonata, read this, let me remind you of John quoting his mother: “Choose your battles wisely”. Unless, of course, you are dead set on losing not only the war but the battle too.

However,  the most unlikely person has not so much come to my defense (Rachel positively doesn’t like me – though I think we could be good friends if only she’d let me) but has a sense of playing fair. Her jumping into the breach was refreshing. I smiled, and your delivery, Rachel, was a subtle backhander for me.

Other than that, and remember we are talking housekeeping and ship shape, it’s all a bit rough round my edges here at the moment. I need to get to grips with a storm I had hoped to ride out. It’s humbling (and educational) when you realize that will (oh do I adore will) and wishful thinking do not always have the power to overturn realities. So, as Jean, the mother I adopted in blogland, will point out: The only way forward is to adapt. Which is true. Still, I am not a chameleon.

Off to do some housekeeping,

U

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18 Comments »

  1. Housekeeping can be therapeutic. I hope you find it so.

    Comment by kylie — May 13, 2017 @ 10:31 | Reply

    • Indeed, Kylie. It is. Only a few days ago I did pass on one of my few pearls of wisdom to the Angel: “Never resent housework. Whilst your hands are busy your mind is free to wonder/wander”. He was bowled over as I knew he would “Never thought of it like that”. See? I am spin doctor material.

      There you go, Kylie. Scrub a toilet and think of Trump. Or free will.

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — May 13, 2017 @ 10:41 | Reply

      • There are other men I would prefer to think of!

        Comment by kylie — May 13, 2017 @ 10:48 | Reply

        • Yes, Kylie. Obviously, and to be politically correct, we shouldn’t comment on anyone’s appearance. Easier said than done. I can’t even bring myself to watch any clip of Trump. The way he opens that plastic doll’s mouth of his I am disgusted – though not as much as what spills out of it. Worse, my thoughts go out to his wife. Duties are there to be followed up upon. How does she do it, Kylie? How? Lie back – or whatever – and think of America?

          U

          Comment by bitchontheblog — May 13, 2017 @ 11:01 | Reply

  2. I detest the overuse of acronyms — along with housework (my computer desk is always a mess, Karen won’t touch it). I hope whatever storm you are dealing with abates.

    Comment by Mike — May 13, 2017 @ 11:35 | Reply

    • I don’t mind acronyms as such – what I detest is when people assume you know what they mean. It’s plain rude to not give a pointer.

      Thank you for your good wish, Mike. As storms do this one will abate too. It’s whilst in the middle of it, with umbrellas overturning, when you have to keep your wits together.

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — May 13, 2017 @ 11:43 | Reply

  3. You should emigrate to India. Most of us in the so called middle class, can afford chars.

    Comment by Rummuser — May 13, 2017 @ 11:48 | Reply

    • Oh, my god. How did I do that? Are you implying that I am applying for a job as a washer woman? Actually, I am. What’s the going rate? No strings attached. Or, worse, are you implying I do not wish to do my own keeping house? I do. I know it’s considered a “chore”. It’ isn’t. It gives me joy. As much joy as looking after people. Feed them. Listen to them. Keep my mouth shut. Whatever makes anyone happy. In fact, come to think of it, I am the perfect wife. Outweighed by not being the marrying kind.

      Hug,
      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — May 13, 2017 @ 12:15 | Reply

  4. I believe in fairness and it is often in short supply on blogs.

    Comment by Rachel — May 13, 2017 @ 18:06 | Reply

    • Rachel, hi. Good to hear from you. Strangely moving.

      You are right. There is a dimension to blogland not easily grasped. If ever there has been a learning curve for me it is that of the last few years. And that’s good. Some harsh lessons to draw from. If there is one regret I do have it’s that once battle lines are drawn it appears there is little give. A foreign country to me. Then you have two options: You either give up or to keep trying to forge a link. I am firmly with the latter. Some of my best and longest standing friendships came from initial adversity, even dislike.

      One thing you and I have in common that we are both combative – not taking things lying down. However, and try and convey that to anyone, combative does not mean hostile or unfriendly. Quite the opposite. Being combative means to take on the world, means you are interested, willing to give time to the other. And, obviously, to stand your ground without dismissing anyone and their opinion.

      Hope to hear from you again,
      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — May 13, 2017 @ 21:42 | Reply

      • Blogging is a lonely place sometimes and there are times that for me you make it just a little bit less lonely. I do notice even if I don’t say anything Ursula.

        Comment by Rachel Phillips — May 14, 2017 @ 13:11 | Reply

  5. I know they say Housekeeping is therapeutic, or enjoyable in some mysterious way… but not at all being a domestic goddess I find it not to be so for me personally. So many other things I’d rather be doing, so perhaps I should emigrate to India… winks… Dawn… The Bohemian

    Comment by Bohemian Valhalla — May 13, 2017 @ 18:16 | Reply

    • Dear Dawn, once upon a time I was a domestic goddess. Now I am a slut trying to keep a lid on. It is interesting how our mind convinces us that people won’t notice. Till they suggest you may need to have your eyesight tested. Only joking. I could be blind and would still find that dust mouse. However, to assure and not alienate you, ignoring the odd dust mouse is good for the soul. Reminds us that we are all human, even mice. Next I’ll say dust to dust, ashes to ashes.

      See you in India,
      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — May 13, 2017 @ 21:34 | Reply

  6. My frankly shocking last post? I’ve no idea what you’re referring to.

    Not much housework being done here at the moment. After my operation, I’m forbidden to do anything strenuous like lifting vacuum cleaners or sweeping rooms. Dusting is still possible unfortunately.

    Comment by nick — May 13, 2017 @ 20:28 | Reply

    • Yes, Nick, dusting is fluffy. On my books I use a small paint brush – soft. It’s strangely satisfying. Once a year. My parents keep their books in glassed cases with doors. But then my father definitely is anal about dust and order. Sometimes I wonder how I ever made it into adulthood without being tidied away.

      Hope you are ok. Heavy lifting is most definitely a no no after most operations. Of course, if worst comes to nothing, one may employ a cleaner or, as Ramana suggested, move to India.

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — May 13, 2017 @ 21:32 | Reply

  7. I am not above appropriate criticism when the person doing the criticizing knows me well enough to do so. I am neither hostile or aggressive. That is your perception of me Ursula.

    The presentation of others on blogs/forums, etc, with written words on a computer screen is difficult to gauge how another person is truly like from the physical reality. Another factor is, the reader’s mood and feelings at the time of reading, and their perceptions on life. All of these form “opinions” of people based on a bias.

    The subtle processes which normally contribute to judgements of people in a social situation of face-to-face interaction where body language, and facial expressions can be seen and voice tones can be heard do not apply.

    The written word can be much more complicated too. It is easy for people to incorrectly take a comment made out of context. My response to you on John’s post were Psychological observations of you based on your combative and argumentative writings responses where you willing appear to rile others under the pretext of “speaking one’s mind”.

    I am all for such an approach whilst also respecting others. At no time did I personally insult you with derogatory and/or insulting name-calling (I am not easily offended). Yet, you have chosen to be disrespectful and do so to me.

    You attempted to purposefully embarrass me by triumphantly stating that I “will lose not only the battle, but also the war.” Maybe I will. However, I will not lose all sense of decency with my moral compass on the internet even though I am “anonymous”.

    Comment by Sonata — May 15, 2017 @ 11:39 | Reply

    • I do agree with you in principle. Where I differ? We should tread carefully when it comes to “psychological observations”. Neither do you know what my “perception” of you is.

      I did not “purposefully embarrass” you. If you feel embarrassed that should give you an insight into yourself. All I did was quote John’s mother and made a play on it.

      Anyway, Sonata, let’s cut through the crap. I know who you are and that’s fine. You bear, and have done for some time, a mega grudge against me. For the part I played in this I am sorry. I really am. I am not out to hurt anyone. Neither am I a saint. For the part you played in it I hope you’ll find it in your heart to be sorry too.

      Respectfully yours,
      Ursula

      Comment by bitchontheblog — May 15, 2017 @ 23:03 | Reply

  8. Ursula, I do not bear any grudge against you. I never have. Whom ever you think this person I may is, I am not them. Sonata.

    Comment by Sonata — May 16, 2017 @ 09:56 | Reply


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