Think tact, love, kindness. Think it until I completely mean it, and then write appropriate letters to people who feel upset.
I’m almost there now, but it took a day or two. My place in life is to soothe, because I can’t bear that people should feel uncared for, unappreciated, unloved. I do get indignant, upset, myself, on occasion, and there my husband is wonderful because he listens to it all, often doesn’t say anything except generally sympathetic murmurs, and lets me get over it and regain my balance and good humour. It is tempting to feel that the matters that other people become upset about are more trivial than one’s own affairs, but it is not so.
Music tonight – Mozart, Cosi Fan Tutte and Billie Holiday. And I have given up hope of finding my copy of War and Peace and have bought a new one. A brief browse and I was engrossed anew. But I won’t read it yet. Not until the weekend is over.
Dilly has one more day to persuade her recalcitrant son to make an appearance, or then she is due at the Norfolk and Norwich hospital first thing on Friday morning (honestly, at larkfart, she is expected to be there by 7 a.m. and we live quite 40 minutes away). So I’ll be babysitting from 6 and then in the shop from 9 – 2, then babysitting again.
Grannies are marvellous, aren’t they!
Later. I’m still plugging away at the music Ro has provided me with. He doesn’t go for stuff that is instantly likeable, on the whole, but it’s worth persevering, or else I’m just getting more tolerant. Tonight it’s Neutral Milk Hotel’s ‘In the Aeroplane over the Sea’, for the third time of playing and I’m coming to appreciate it, after a startled first listen.