Posts by Jackie Clark
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Up Front: Giving Me Grief, in reply to Rex Widerstrom,
If it's any consolation, Rex, and I suspect it may not be, I don't believe Kubler-Ross ever intended the five stages were to be taken so literally, nor did she mean them to be in order. I also think that she was saying that grief takes a lifetime. I prefer to think of her stages as states. In grief, we may vacillate between denial and anger, or bargaining and acceptance. We may never reach acceptance, unless we let ourselves. The other thing that I think people misread about Kubler-Ross is that she was talking about grief in general, I believe. I have always believed that the grief we feel about the first person that we love who dies, melds and morphs into the grief we feel when the next person we love dies, and so on. And so the first time that someone whom we love dies, we start at the beginning, and on until we ourselves die. I am very sorry that someone you loved, died. Any loss is never easy, nor is it always explicable. That they died in your arms, says alot about how you cared for them. May you find comfort in that some day. Meanwhile there are lots of people here to share your grief with, if you so choose.
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Hard News: Because it's about time we…, in reply to Isabel Hitchings,
I have discovered a wonderful white bean dip - I make it all the time and I don't care how bourgeois it is. It's easy to make, yummy to eat, and very very good for you. And that's all I care about.
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Granny Herald's been eavesdropping on this conversation. I can think of no other reason for this article.
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Oh, look now you've done it. I loved the Open Late so much. We used to go there after we'd been to Peppermint Park, along the road, or in town at Cause Celebre or any number of clubs, for a boogie. Or just wander along from the varsity flats in Collingwood St for a late night chat and piece of cake.
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Hard News: Because it's about time we…, in reply to recordari,
I was most pissed off that the RH in Taupo shut it's doors. On a road trip, is there anything quite as fabulous as asparagus rolls for elevenses?
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Oh, you coffee snobs. Don't drink coffee or tea, never have. I love the smell of coffee but that's about it. So unusual is my non consumption of hot drinks that even people I have known for over 20 years still ask me if I am sure I don't want one. It is obvious how little I mean to them that they still don't remember I'm a Taurus either, which means if I never did something, then the likelihood of me starting to do it is virtually nil.
I have been enjoying the reminiscences of the cafes, though. DKD was a great hangout, with it's luscious Chocolate Cake, and I used to LOVE the tofu burgers at Domino's. And may I put a shout out to the lovely man who used to own the, was it called the Yoghurt Chalet?, in Victoria St? -
It’s just such a load of old bollocks that this was even news. Seriously. A man gets a bit pissed off at his wife, he acted like a bit of a dick and sat on the bonnet of his car. 1) why was he arrested and not simply cautioned to stop acting like a dick and 2) why would the Herald think it was news. And 3) why would they whip it all up into such a bloody big deal, so that everyone invariably wondered, in that salacious way that humans have, whose “celeb” marriage was on the rocks. Whoever instigated this bloody mess should just resign now. It wasn’t news, it never needed to be, and meanwhile peoples’ reputations could have been damaged. Christ.
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Cracker: Gimme Shelter, in reply to Geoff Lealand,
Would there be anything quite as alarming as an entire festival attended by Christian Youth. It makes my blood run cold.
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Of course, I also said I would have my parents cremated and keep them in Marmite jars on my mantelpiece. I don’t have a mantelpiece, so i won’t be able to do that. Plus, OMG, CREEPY.
We had my Dad's ashes on Mum's mantelpiece in their plastic urn thingy for a few years. When we had family lunches, they would be put in the middle of the table. All of this was because we couldn't decide what to do with them. We planted trees on Mum's property, and all scattered some in the holes; some were scattered at the mouth of the Mahurangi River; some were scattered up at Mum and Dad's old farm; and some were scattered across the America's Cup start line in Valencia. And all the while, the urn sat on the mantelpiece, until there were no ashes left. He always did get around, my Dad.
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I thought the most hilarious part of Devlin's statement was the line, disputing that they had been having a public argument....
"In fact, we weren't actually talking to each other."
I hear you, brother.