March 22, 2010
I had an epiphany today. The clouds, had there been any, would have opened and bright rays of sun shone in. Well, the sun was already shining and there were no clouds, at least none in the sky, but the clouds in my brain burst open and this oft foggy mind was flooded with light. For the past few days, the news broadcasts, radio and television, and the newspapers have been obsessed with Tiger Woods’ first interview since it was revealed to the world that he was having sex with someone other than his wife. This information comes just after news about the Afghan detainee scandal in Ottawa, but before information about the Paralympic Games.
Today, in a blinding flash of clarity, I realized that I am not interested in Tiger Woods’ sex life. I have not (until this moment) even thought about Tiger Woods’ sex life. What Tiger Woods’ does in bed, and with whom, is of absolutely no interest to me. None whatsoever!
There. I’ve said it. I’ll even say it out loud…. Done. I think only Fernando heard me so I am not sure if that counts, but I have now gone public with the news that I have no interest in Tiger Woods’ sex life. I feel so liberated. One fewer thing to worry about.
This is Narcissus Suada growing in the new bed in front of the cottage. I got them planted last fall. Unfortunately there is nothing else growing there so once Suada has finished, things will look pretty bleak. Must get on to that.
In the background is our concession to Fernando and Seville: a jasmine vine, something that flourishes is Seville and southern Spain. As you can see from all the brown, I don’t think it did very well over the winter even though it was a very mild winter. I’ll leave it and see if it comes back, but at this point I am not optimistic.