Thursday, February 11, 2010

And you may ask yourself, well - how did I get here?

Relatively recently, I threatened to jack the blog in, then backed down almost immediately. I was behaving a bit like the people who post on their Facebook status: "well that's it i'm leavin FB tonite, gettin a bit sick of all the BS written on here by IDIOTS c ya". The following day their status generally says "well i changed my mind LOL i didn't want to give in to bullying so hear i am back again". In other words, I was being a berk. I'm not jacking this in, it's been too long in the making.

However, posting is beginning to become difficult, for a couple of reasons.

I've established in previous posts what's going on with my Mum's health. There are certain inevitabilities tied to terminal cancer with the passing of time, and I'm sure that there is no need for me to spell out the details. I'm going to be around less, too. If I'm honest, things have been getting grim. When there is less to smile about, there is less to post.

That's not to say that I am down in the mouth, because I'm not. Obviously, some days are better than others. But, you know, there's a tough time ahead, so I'm making the best of the good times now.

Monday, February 01, 2010

Mucha muchacha

My love for Mexican food will probably result in an untimely death, perhaps from a surfeit of smoky black beans, or hardened arteries from skip-loads of quesadillas. JJ and I went back to Wahaca on Friday night for the fastest meal ever. Arrived at table, 5.25. Finished food and cocktail, 5.55. I should note that this was a petite dinner, by our standards.

On a related note, Mr Hall was ill on Friday, owing to what was described to us by Mrs Hall on Saturday evening as a "bad burrito". We both responded, in unison, "there is no such thing as a bad burrito". Mrs Hall went on to make us a delicious dinner (classic French, I should add, no guacamole in sight).

I still feel battered and sad from last weekend. I'm not sure what I can do to overcome this feeling. I am too dull to have any vices at all. Drinking bores me. I'm trying hard to limit my intake of food, so that I don't end up like the Goodyear blimp. I love strong coffee, but too much makes me jitter and jerk. Exercise is something I try to enjoy, but I am hard-wired to hate it. And there is absolutely no way that I am going to throw myself into my work. I can't imagine anything more pointless.

So that leaves me with thinking, which is the source of all my problems in the first place.