Big thoughts and little thoughts.

So. Monday morning, and my head is full of cheese.

Reading friends' list ljs, reading about motherhood. Gentle stuff, but one point that does my head in slightly; Raising kids not to F*ck up the way we did is the most important thing on the planet type stuff. Well meant, but oh for gods sake. So we've f*cked up, yeah? So, if mothering = teaching kids how not to f*ck up and we have as a generation all f*cked up, does that mean that our mothers as a generation totally failed in raising us?

God. So wrong. Most of them tried hard in difficult circumstances. I wish people would stop sentimentalising maternity. It's damned important, but lots of us succeed despite bad parenting, lots of us fail despite good parenting, and this is not a trip we should be laying at the feet of women everywhere. Parenting sets the ground rules, it is the root of us, but no, it doesn't rock the world. It can rock the world. Lets sort out the mess we are currently making, and those who follow will learn from our actions. That's the bottom line.

The vent is ended.

Friday saw the arrival of Dr Death at my door. He had come to see why I hadn't attended my appointment with the consultant re Sauron. He looked at the scar and looked a bit embarrassed. 'Come back when it's the size of a penny piece,' he had said. I would be a very sick bunny now if I had done that. Still he talked to me about possible hypnotism to deal with my needle phobia. He seems convinced it works, so that could be useful.

Saturday night saw us at a party at Bells Farm in Brum for the marvellous lisa_shepherd. Saw lots of people I haven't seen for a very long time, and remembered things...a nice evening. Sunday we were just really tired, and found ourselves pampered by the hospitality of ellistar and scary_lady. Fine fud and Munchkin then followed. The fu of the Boot was too sleepy and the nights' victories went mainly to scary_lady followed by larians. But there will be another day!

And today I have too much to do, which is why I am procrastinating here. Too tired to think!

My favourite Saint

Happy Saints Day, Saint Anthony of Padua!

Those who know me will know I am a pantheist/pagan type. Aphrodite and Brigid, Freya and Erzulie, Ganesha and Christ all have room in my heart. This man is my favourite Saint and has been holding me back from insanity for years. He's the patron of lost things; it is said that if something is mislaid, ask him for help and he will try to get it back for you. You don't have to be 'good' or christian; he really is a special sane saint who will try to help you resist shrieking at the house for hiding your keys. There seems to be no reason why he should do this, and no real connection between his life and lost things (suppose tenuously, lost souls, but I don't know) Some even suggest there's a muddle between him and some other Saint Anthony. I refuse to worry about that. As a person who loses something every time I turn around, I have lots to thank him for. Here's to the gentle and lovely St Anthony.