Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Blog Jam

(1) I don't know about you but I get invigorated when I go out with a placard and protest. Which I did today. And we had massive media coverage. There was a great big pile of us protesting the appalling conditions of our roads. Unfit. Unsafe. Hazardous to people and vehicles. Don't get me started on what I've already spent on tires and rims shredded by the potholes craters. We'll see if we're heard. Maybe we need to throw ourselves across the road the next time if nothing is done. I thought those days were behind me. But I'm delighted to report: No, they never will be. We amused ourselves by planting trees, fairly large ones, in the potholes. Great for TV camera optics.

(2) Conversation with Leo, my sorta handyman, wood bearer and scavenger.
L: Do you know anything about Chuck Connors?
M: Rifleman!
L(delighted with me):Ya you!
M: Why did you ask?
L: I'd like to know more about him. So I can have a conversation with people. He was born in Newfoundland.
M: I can google him on my device, look!
L: No, it can't tell you everything, like who his parents were and stuff.
M: Yes, it does, look. Parents were Marcella Lundrigan and Allan Connors both from this area of Newfoundland. And get this: Chuck's real name was Kevin! He was born in Brooklyn, New York.
L: Can you repeat all that so I can remember it forever.
And I do.
L: I must get one of those googly machines.
M: Anytime Leo, I can do the asking for you.
L: It's magic.

(3)Daughter won a small cash prize and she's treating me to a replica of a Titanic Meal this Saturday night. Here, take a gander at the menu, click to enbiggen:
We're going to scramble around in our closets and find some old fashioned clobber to wear to match the event. I don't even own a dress anymore. Seriously. I'm a jeans woman. And black dress pants. So I may have to buy a long skirt and some pearls.

(4) My grief counsellor asked me to write about a traumatic event that took place in January 2015. I haven't been able to write about it, I would go into a state similar to of PTSD, shaking, crying, wanting to hurt myself physically. And then it all flowed out of me yesterday afternoon. And I finally realized what had happened to me. I was a victim of gaslighting. More later on that. But a mighty load was lifted. Mighty.


18 comments:

  1. Yes, I got an I-Phone, and while it is not the device of my dreams I am already using it quite a bit.
    I hope spring has sprung where you are!

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    1. Mine is an android Hattie and I've had it for years. Good little googly machine it is too.

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    2. And.....Dear goddess we have SNOW today.
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  2. You are a mighty woman
    also
    and thank you for making me smile
    love the dinner opportunity
    you take care
    and my horrible moments
    I just do not share
    and reject the memories
    and there were many....

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    1. I can read between the lines, I know you're not anonymous on your blog so you have to be careful. Memories can have a devastating effect, particularly when those we love are cruel.

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  3. Your title made me chuckle. I have one of those google things and love it. It tickled me that it impressed Leo. Hope you blog about the Titanic dinner - I had to look up Potage St. Germaine. It was described in one place as a sweet, creamy, and fresh-tasting bowl of green loveliness!

    Glad your soul is lighter!

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    1. Thank you Pauline. I was so relieved to be able to write about something so painful and to sort it out and see it for what it really was.

      Yes, I will blog about the dinner.

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    2. If you didn't, I'd be asking what your menu choices were!

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    3. S JG you should see my clobber! A skirt! Pearls! Tights! Thank you Sally Anne!
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    4. Your "clobber?" Oh the new words you are teaching me! Your clobber is your outfit, right? Or your fancy duds? Is it Irish? Newfoundlander?

      You know I had a great-great-great grandmother who was born in Ireland, right? I've only recently figured that out. Thought I had some Scottish blood, all this time, because my grandmother always did the Highland Fling. Turned out she learned it at school or something.

      Although some of your stories/memories of Ireland are frightening. The Catholic cruelty. The chauvinism. I am still looking for the beauty and the music.

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  4. My phone is a dinosaur. couldn't get any apps for that make!
    Glad your daughter had a small win! Enjoy it between you.
    Not sure I understand the meaning of the thing that caused you such harm?????
    Hope the writing of it helps. I've always found this to be the case and then you can burn it and be done with it.
    Maggie x

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    1. I'll share it with my counsellor and listen to what he has to say.

      Thank you for the kind thoughts.

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    2. (1) Very few potholes in Belfast, I'm happy to say.
      (2) I like the idea that I have a "googly machine"
      (3) Impressive menu - though judging by the entreés there were no vegetarians on the Titanic!
      (4) I think gaslighting is the same as victim-blaming. Which is all too common. I'm sorry you had such a distressing experience.

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    3. (1) you are so civilised
      (2) me too!
      (3) veggies could be more common now I think of GB Shaw from that era were there more? (Famous I mean)
      (4) Similar Nick. With a new twist of bullying the victim into a different reality
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  5. You seem to be having a very eventful period with many interesting things happening.

    What will we do without Google!

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    1. I think of that line Ramana " it was the best of times, it was the worst of times" I think I know what it means now....
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  6. Sorry, I wanted to say that it is for the first time that I came across gaslighting! Thank you for the lesson.

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    1. You're welcome. I was so relieved when I heard of it as I couldn't understand why I was a target of such appalling behavior. My therapist was so helpful today explaining how the patriarchy & religiosity & women baiting and hating is so very internalized among Irishmen of a certain era. No enlightenment

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