Bad puns of the day

Rehash-omon. This is the universally acknowledged  stupidity of dragging up hurtsfrom the past, in order to freshen the pain, create more discord, and generally keep thingshopping in a dysfunctional relationship. 

The Dalai Lama was once asked what he thought about self-hatred. He looked puzzled, and asked ” what is that?”. He simply didn’t know. (Hard to belive because he’s met so many people…but…)

But I’m sure that it’s our habit in the West: the litany of wounds. The people , I call them “grievance collectors”  will drop a heap on your doorstep,  to distract themselves from their own self-loathing. And  um….share the Opposite of Love.

This habit was ingrained at our dinner table at home, and I must say, I’m still guilty of this…face it, if I take remember the most recent contact I’ve had with a dear friend, I’m ‘counting’. As in …”but who’s counting?” AND IF I TELL THE PERSON what day/year I last heard from them…as in, ‘gee, it’s been 8 years or more’…then I’m doing them no service, and certainly guaranteeing I might not EVER hear back from them. I have a brother that’s made this very clear. He tells me in years, months, days and minutes, which frightens me into wondering if his full time job is counting the days…that his Evil Sister has ‘ignored’ him.

Me. I’m counting. I’m remembering. And of course, feeling left out a lot of the time. Even though it’s plain that everyone has a busy life. And many of the efficient people are channeling their energy into a project. Which I clearly do not do…

I can hardly wait for Alzheimer’s to cure this!

Kombucha moment. Came to me when taking Charlie to Gestalt Haus, the most beloved ‘biker bar’ in Fairfax, run by an incredibly wonderful, gruff guy named Vise. As in ‘vise grip’. The place manages to remain alive, with a few sun-shelters and the regulars enjoying to-go beer in the breezy alley alongside the Haus.

When you run into a bunch of friends that you love, haven’t seen recently, and who have temporarily or permanently sworn off beer, it’s  Kombucha moment. (Think ‘Kumbaya’which has been badly mistreated lately. Or longly. It’s a beautiful song, truly hopeful, sung back when oppressed black slaves asked for the angels to ‘come by here’. 

I am gonna go for a run, and see if I can find Charlie out on this fine summer’s day. He leaves at 2 each day, for a two hour walk in the forest we live next door to.

Cheers, all. Please write. Remember. I’m counting.
PS. Big news. A woman named Erin just wrote out of the blue, and I got to connect with a 1980’s wombat!! In Australia!!! Life is great again!

~ by jacquiephelan on June 29, 2020.

7 Responses to “Rehash-omon”

  1. extra super duper bonus points for a pun of epic groan-ability: Rehash-omon

  2. love to you and Charlie! So glad he is going out on long walks – this is wonderful for both of you i’m sure. and old friends. Kombucha, kumbaya. summertime.

  3. Jackie – this is Erin Rogondino, from WAY The F back in the early 90s… My sister Michal Anne and I would come up and ride with you from Palo Alto with Flavia. I‘be been living in Australia since 2009. I came back to Marin in October of 2017 and went to Krakatoa Bikes and asked about you. I was deeply sorry to hear him say it wasn’t a good time for me to get in touch with you. I regret that I didn’t to this day. I had just recently sewn my old Wombat badge on a camel pack of mine and wanted to catch up. Such good memories with you fun ladies. I was even thinking of starting up a group over here. I now live in a town called Agnes Water, in Queensland. I’m on a new adventure in life, just recently separated from my husband of 30 years and jobless but designing an amazing career of my own. Life has been hard, but the challenge has made me pull out stronger and realising more than ever I should have been a stronger woman like yourself and left my toxic relationship back when I knew you. After my mother past this March I realised that this was the only life I was going to have so I have to live it for myself, not my husband, not for his family but for myself so I could show my children that life is what YOU make of it. I do hope that I get to meet with you again one day. Cheers to you! You are a free spirit and now I am too!!! Yippeeeee 💕😍✌️🌈😜

    • oh my god!! I would have KILLED to year from you in 2017
      I guess Miguel was ‘protecting’ me but Charlie’s tragic accident was already 2 yrs old by then and I would have just loved meeting you again.
      CRAPCRAPCRAP. please send me yr snail addr: mine is 121 Wood Lane Fairfax CA 94930
      and we WON”T lose touch.
      THANK YOU for writing. I have scads of “Wombats next 5km’ patches.
      Migth yr friends be interested in buying them? I rely on all sorts of little ways to raise a buck, since I’m now the Boss.
      you can look Charlie Cunningham up on go fundme. But don’t donate. they keep 10 per cent, and it’s wonderful, and I’m living on that too. Less free spirit, more caged, but I had a 35 year RUN of pure freedom, i’m soooo grateful.
      Jacquie P Wombat!!! PLEASE reply.

  4. Hey Jacquie, I thought for ages I wasn’t able to connect to your blog (ISP said some gobbledegook that didn’t help) but it seems it was being overzealous with blocking stuff. So I’ve been catching up with your posts now. I didn’t forget about here, of course, but you might’ve been counting all the same.

    Thanks for looking in on my Flickr page. If lockdown has done anything for me it’s made me realise that the trails in the hills are what I always liked to ride.

  5. Hi Jacquie, Andrea Heller Albershardt here writing you this morning from Gunnison Colorado. I was renewing my WordPress account where I do not right but I have a few people who blog that I enjoy reading and keeping in touch with. I’m thinking about you why don’t you share your phone number with me and your mailing address so I can write you a real letter. My phone is 970-596-4972
    It is beautiful September my favorite time of the year . The nights are finally getting a little bit cooler which keeps our house a little cooler. We bought an old house right in town and Gunnison. Love Andrea

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