Singular becomes Plural

Well, this is a turn up for the books.  Or perhaps I should say 'be careful what you wish for'.   I have wished for respite from the seemingly unending suffering time and time again.  Why the reprieve now?  As my students, not readers of this blog I should imagine, would say, post hoc analysis is inadequate.  It would be convenient, as life seems to be going my way for a change, to attribute my actions and good fortune to some plan we all know really happens.  But does it?  Have I done my time in Heart Break Hotel, or even just thinking such thoughts, has the Man with The Big Book got me on a list to knock me down to size when he's a bit bored again.

Turkish Delight

I’ve been told that you can wish yourself into a situation, and I’m not sure to what extent this is true.  My sensible, logical brain, which is largely offline as I sit by the pool at the Hotel Era, Ovacek, Turkey, tells me that children with cancer have not deserved what they get, the responsibility for your fortune, good or ill, is not yours to determine.  My psychotherapist and I argue about this one at regular intervals as he tries to tease out of me what my part has been in my own destiny.  A prevalent thought of mine has been that I have been a victim of others’ bad behaviour, but he is quietly and irritatingly persistent I had a role to play.

truth or lies?

I'm not going off the bridge any time soon, it would be much too theatrical, I feel. But it would be nice to know there was some point to all this struggle; for it to be worth such restraint.

Desert Island Discs

Yes, this is perhaps a predictable blog topic, especially as DID is in its 70^th year.  I love Desert Island Discs, have it as one of my regular podcasts.  Sunday is my day for the horses, so if I’m left with the mucking out, I’ll plug in the headphones and lose myself in someone else’s story for a bit. Very rarely am I bored or disappointed by the guest, but then being asked to be a guest on DID must be terribly flattering and exciting, and Kirsty Young is so splendidly good at her job, gently probing and revealing the human beneath the status and title.  The only thing that disappoints me with the podcasts is the restriction on the length of time the tunes are played.  Usually the ones you like most are tiny snippets not the whole thing.

Wanted

Handsome prince on charger to rescue damsel in distress.  Kissing skills particularly important.  Happy ever after to be discussed.

One of those Waiting Nights

So, for better or ill, I'm having a go at internet dating again.  To be honest I don't really want to do it, but I feel I'm going stale, chasing fantasies, not of the Absent Father, no, maybe that's the problem, I have moved away from that safe, but so unstable harbour.  Now I am really single. So what happens next?

The Guilty Party

Have you ever done anything wrong?  I know, silly question, but today I am considering guilt and culpability.  Of course, the Absent Father wasn’t the guilty one, according to my solicitor.  Oh no, adultery was a ‘failure of our marriage’ not his fault.  Yes, are your hackles rising too, not his fault, has the world gone mad?