Another email from the Maternal Unit
My parents' condo is undergoing renovations. My mother wrote to me this weekend, and the first email is here in case you missed it.
And now, the saga continues.
Angel,
Phase II of the Great Kitchen Chaos.
I'm sure I will never ever find anything again.
I've always found it rather daunting to find things that have disappeared - large or small -
and I am aware they have a way of vanishing because there is a Great Conspiracy
afoot to prevent my retrieving the lost thing. However, by mobilizing everyone around me to
join in my quest for the lost thing, the drama takes on friendlier dimensions.
Substantive Indiana Jones: "The Quest For the Lost ....(fill in name of object here)"
On the positive side though, in the frantic search for the lost article, I do find other
things that disappeared months or years ago. Which is encouraging because it makes you
immediately forget what it is you're actually looking for. So you feel much better.
"Empowered" is the current buzzword describing the situation, I think, although I prefer
"triumphant" which describes the heady feeling more explicitly. The question that arises though, is:
in finding what you haven't lost at the moment, are you thus "empowered" to lose more things?
C'est difficile. It's an existential problem.
I am presently in triumph mode since I've found my computer under the bed this morning and
I have carefully stored the address books in a frying pan in the living-room, and filed
important messages for daddy somewhere in the bathroom where I'm sure to find them.
And now, the saga continues.
Angel,
Phase II of the Great Kitchen Chaos.
I'm sure I will never ever find anything again.
I've always found it rather daunting to find things that have disappeared - large or small -
and I am aware they have a way of vanishing because there is a Great Conspiracy
afoot to prevent my retrieving the lost thing. However, by mobilizing everyone around me to
join in my quest for the lost thing, the drama takes on friendlier dimensions.
Substantive Indiana Jones: "The Quest For the Lost ....(fill in name of object here)"
On the positive side though, in the frantic search for the lost article, I do find other
things that disappeared months or years ago. Which is encouraging because it makes you
immediately forget what it is you're actually looking for. So you feel much better.
"Empowered" is the current buzzword describing the situation, I think, although I prefer
"triumphant" which describes the heady feeling more explicitly. The question that arises though, is:
in finding what you haven't lost at the moment, are you thus "empowered" to lose more things?
C'est difficile. It's an existential problem.
I am presently in triumph mode since I've found my computer under the bed this morning and
I have carefully stored the address books in a frying pan in the living-room, and filed
important messages for daddy somewhere in the bathroom where I'm sure to find them.