Sometimes I wake up in the morning and I feel so happy. I am a veritable Mother Teresa throughout the day. I help people, I am everyone’s personal therapist, mother, daughter, mentor, teacher, rabbi, priest……And then there are the days that I awaken as the beast from the deep….angry, vengeful, raging, hungry for something that I can’t identify! Why is it that there is such a vast gulf between the two emotions? Seldom do I slip into mediocrity and be ‘just a tad grumpy’, or ‘just a wee bit merry’? Nope, it is all love and kisses, or blood and venom, like a woman possessed by June Cleaver, or Freddie from Elm Street. This has all been quite difficult to handle , what with a new marriage and all. Something about singledom for 23 years and sudden wedlock that seems to bring out the cook in me, and the witch…….. I spend one day as Susie homemaker, planning my next pie, and then in a flash (a hot one) I become Bette Davis, deciding which suitcase to pack and which exotic state to run to…………….. Is it being 50 years old? Is it being a newly wed? Or is it some mental illness that my family has kept hidden from me for fear that I might come back to England and make them spend time with me? Am I the only one out here that doesn’t watch Oprah? Jude
