Categories: unmentionable, humour, health
Tags: menopause
Date: 16 May 2010 18:39:08
Long time no blog, which from the viewpoint of you, dear readers, is probably a good thing, given that life chez Miffy lately has ranged from the sublime to the ridiculous. Sublime - we're several weeks into the final part of the course down in the land of Seagulls and Brisk Sea Breezes: an introduction to spiritual direction training. And, surprise, surprise, despite my pre-term wobblies and gut-churning, so far I am enjoying it! I've not been struck by a thunderbolt, as yet no voice from the heavens has thundered: "Spiritual direction? Pull the other one; you're a spiritual disaster more like!" More to the point, I'm increasingly getting to recognise those times when I'm in danger of dropping back into my old ways of all or nothing thinking, when I let the slightest blip or criticism knock me for six. The week of accompanied prayer we took part in prior to term beginning helped me move further along with this one. Yes, I've a long way to go. But one step at a time is the watchword. Gracious me, these walking holidays certainly have provided me with a knapsack full of analogies.
Ridiiculous: Well, we won't dwell on the more physical gut-churning other than that so far tests show nothing nasty lurking round the u-bend. It's one of life's mysteries and shall forever remain so. Although, in all the fuss and panic of the last six months or so I'd barely noticed that The Seven Dwarves of the Menopause are beginning to put in an appearance. Actually, when you glance down the list, some of them have been in residence for decades. (Forgetfulness, anyone?!). And who would have guessed that Election Day 2010 would have heralded "power surges," the like of which could be harnessed to feed the national grid. Forget eco-tricity,use menopower! Of course I blame the new, shiny Dave 'n Nick combo; too much excitement for a Miffy to take.
To return to forgetfulness, if you're going through similar changes, I'd advise you to think extremely carefully before employing mnemomics as a means of recalling data. We did a little field research on the tube yesterday as I tried to remember my route by using images as 'pegs.' Bakerloo line - direction Elephant and Castle, change at Piccadilly; so far, so good. It was afterwards it all started to go pear-shaped. Let's just say - look at a London Tube map, plot your route on the Piccadilly line towards Holloway and all will be revealed.
Even choir practice isn't safe now; Men of Harlech, anybody? "His lance is long but mine..." Quick, pass the brain bleach. Help me, somebody! :)