Hergest Ridge

It’s been too long, and I’ve decided on a spontaneous entry. It’s sort of unfair, because you’ll only get to read it if it succeeds. Anyway, as long as I remember, I’ve been thankful that the world is not a fair place. Can you imagine the things we’d have coming to us had the world been fair? Every wrong coming back like a boomerang? No, I’ll super-size my unfairness please, thank you very much.

The morning business meeting brought about a line – no doubt from some over hyped, empowerment pushing ‘self-help’ book – along the lines of ‘your thoughts create your reality’. (The quotes around self-help are a nod of agreement to George Carlin’s ‘if you read about it in a book, folks, it ain’t self-help’. Leave it to George to state the damn obvious that few are capable of recognising.) For me, the reality quotation was an instant reminder of George Orwell’s ‘Nineteen Eighty-Four’, and I said as much. Sounded like maybe two people got it, but so early in the morning one never knows what constitutes a positive, yet alone intelligent reaction.

Speaking of the morning member meeting, I think I may have lost a new member application. Oops. I debated pawning off the issue on someone else – “I handed it to Daria during the last meeting” – and it would have been believable too, seeing the amount of paperwork going back and forth. In the end I decided on the more cautions, honest, and very terminal “Daria, did I already hand you the app? No? I must have left it at home.” No way I can go with the other plan now. But, I looked everywhere… well, obviously not.

That’s it. I’m bowing out before endless editing settles on me like a cold, damp fog, and the whole entry is butchered and skinned over hours and hours that could instead be used to help save hungry children in Africa. Eh, maybe I’m aiming too high? How about I get a kitten down from a tree – dead or alive okay with you? Even more realistic is a half an hour devoted to cleaning out Emails announcing, reminding, and offering discounts on Bob Proctor’s appearance in town. Gawd, how about I use the money to pierce my tongue instead? Much, much wiser investment.