Merry New Day

Dear all
Well at this rate, I’ll not be finished with this until next year so I am sending another instalment.The problem is, I have become intoxicated by musing on the difference between evocation and explanation.I do too much of the latter and not enough of the former.However, I apologise as I know you are not likely to care about such things.Well, that’s unkind of me to assume you are all intellectually  feeble, as it were.After all, you have all those children to worry about.
Unfortunately, I have not got grandchildren at Cambridge to boast about although my mother’s cousin was once the Head of Preston Technical College which is now part of a University.And my mother did go to a Secondary Grammar School which was hard to get into then as it was fee paying and only gave one scholarship a year.She was very bright
My one and only son has emigrated to Transylvania as Brexit made him ill.Or was it Australia? Anyway he emails me every week and I see his wife is very tanned so maybe they are in Sydney , after all.
I feel so disappointed as I wished him to be within easy reach.However, he does not feel the same way as I do
.An over-scrupulous, over-articulate, man-mad she-wolf was just one label he liked to repeat.But I still adore him.My daughter is more attuned to me and we speak on the phone every five years or so.She lives next door so at least I see her through the window.She must be ambivalent about me.
My intellectual knowledge is no help with such difficult problems.A pity my husband was always busy practising psychoanalysis and never had time for me.I did get into one of his books  under other names.”Difficult Doris” and ” Alice and the Paranoid-Wits-Sold position ” or something similar
When we used to enjoy sex, he never mentioned that position to me once.I would have been happy to do anything he fancied except speak to him.He said he wished I would call out his name instead of screaming like a cat having a nightmare.
I could not tell him I had forgotten his name and I was even unsure if he was the  same man I had married, but politeness restrained me.
After all, another man would have been pretty similar in his needs.So why bother asking for more information.He was earning a lot of money so that was ok.I had a mock fur coat and two real plastic handbags.And three pairs of odd shoes.
Well, I am afraid I have eaten  my bread and butter pudding so I must go and get some more.
I hope you have a great Jewish, Muslim,post-Christian and Atheistic New Year whenever it comes.I can’t remember all that anymore.Every day is new to me.
Cheers,Kristy