Bitter?

I am feeling distinctlky bitter and twisted and wondering if I have gone completely and utterly mad.  I am not mourning, nor am I feeling numb with shock at the passing of a popstar.  I feel desperately sorry for his children and wider family - but rather disgusted that this story is leading on every channel when there are so many more pressing events which should be capturing the hearts and challenging our thinking in the world just now - Iraq, Parkistan etc...  Of course I can see Michael Jackson was very gifted at what he did on stage - but his life was darker than his energised stage presence - and we seem to have become very forgiving and developed forgetful natures as far as celebrities in general are concerned.

 

I know I need to get a life but I also watched the whole of Jeremy Kyle's interview with Jade Goody's mother this morning on ITV1.  Again, it felt touchingly comical and strangely unsettling that so much energy and time was being given on TV to deciphering the life story of a woman who by her own admission had been a serious drug addict and an absent parent.  Why are we interested?  Why was I?  Since when has voyeurism really helped me think.  Shame on me.

 

S came over this afternoon.  I had forgotten he was coming and was woken by another knock on my bedroom door!  At least friends now know to simply wade through the dogs and head for the bedroom if they don't get an answer at the door!!!  The drugs are still knocking me unconscious and my back is still playing up.  Grrrrrhhhh.

 

Brilliant to see S and the time seemed to fly.  I was sad he had to go.  We covered our usual checklist; the world was duly put to rights and then spent a lot of time enjoying the dogs, especially the Newfoundlands.  He helps me realise just how fast young Tabatha is growing.  He is such a help in getting my head sorted - I don't know what I would do without him.  He has a fantastic capacity to reframe into the positive and give really practical advice.  He is also almost as mad about dogs as I am - which is wonderful in a world of one pet person household dog lovers and he doesn't mind getting mud on his white shirt - a true friend and dog lover!!!

 

I ordered a new art book on line the other day as my current one is nearly full - and some ink.  I now know that Tramildol affects my brain really significantly.  I somehow managed to acquire a huge book - I wanted A4 and two bottle of purple, brown and green ink when I was trying to order one of each.  I won't need to buy ink for another ten years I'd guess.

 

 

The weather continues to be hot - but with a refreshing breeze off the sea.  The grass and trees look as though they are now gasping for a drink.  There is a chance we might enjoy a refreshing thunderstorm.  I would love to feel some heavy drops of summer rain - add another layer of mud to the kitchen!

Comments

[Gwen]

Don't feel bitter, everyone is entitled to their opinion. I for one get angrey at all the hype over a celebratey@s death weither it be Jade Goody, Lady Diane or Michael Jackson. Wheeras it is extremely sad when someone so youg dies and it is sad for their loved ones, what about all the thousand of un-named people who go through this every day, sorry this is one of my "boiling" points. So you are not alone in your feelings.
It is good to hear the "pups" are doing well and I hope one day to meet them. Look on the light side, with a bigger pad and more ink your creative side can go wild and express your inner self. Have fun, and enjoy. Fly free. Much love G

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