Reflective Gibberish


Sitting at the company’s New Year’s Eve party, I raise my glass and murmur the words “Absent friends” because, let’s face it, the people here are not my friends! Not that I would say that out loud, because those in the know call that a “Career Crusher!” Of course, we all need an occupation and being part of the crowd is central to survival but I ask you, who wants to be friends with a man like Mathew, the head of our department and unpleasant to boot?

I better come clean here and tell you, upfront, that he is married to my sister. Every look he gives me shows he regrets that decision, but we can’t always be canny and “Mattie “slipped up big time I must admit.

I love my sister in that theoretical way some brothers must because it is the polite thing to do, but once she’s got bored with being charming the bossiness seeps out: our Mathew knows that now!

Not to say Mat’s a poor fellow because he’s not! He fights back, of course, often by making my life unbearable, and there is a further complication: the main reason I got my job, and Mathew got his, is because my step-father owns the business although he doesn’t work in it himself: my relationship with him is also on the uncertain side of poor

My mother was a looker in her day, an attribute I might have inherited except I look much more like my birth father who did the decent thing by dying young and leaving his wealth to my mother: she grieved all the way to the alter at her next wedding, two months after his death, snaring her much older and even wealthier husband, my step-father, on some foreign holiday purchased with her “Windfall!” I was not on that trip, of course, so I met him later, after the whirlwind courtship and marriage in the Las Vegas “Church of Our Eternities.” I might be rambling here, it’s what I do in the non-physical sense, but hopefully you get a feeling for where I am.

Here’s the magic ingredient; Matthews’s sister, Emma, is with him at the party and she has smiled at me on three separate occasions. Might not be wise but perhaps a date is in the offing or would that be a stroll down death row? It’s coming to me now, after my “Absent friends” toast perhaps I should raise a glass to “Uncomplicated lives!” What do you think? Is there any more whisky?

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About Peter Wells aka Countingducks

Trying to remember what my future is
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29 Responses to Reflective Gibberish

  1. Jack Eason says:

    Reblogged this on Have We Had Help? and commented:
    Methinks Peter doth protest…

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  2. Brilliant! (And thank God someone has said “offing” and not :offering”.) I’ve said it before (I think) but this is vintage countingducks. Marvellous.

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  3. A good start of the new year 🙂 You always provide a smile! ❤

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  4. ksbeth says:

    ah, the twists that soon turn into the ties that bind. just a bit too tight.

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  5. Al says:

    Run away! Run away!

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  6. ASH says:

    You are the master of portraiture.
    It becomes a mask we can wear for a safe interlude.
    For some reason it is difficult to take off…

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  7. catterel says:

    Love it when you get so cynical 😎

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  8. Nubeals says:

    I could relate to this rant on so many levels. And I have a sense of the kind of familial complications you have since I do too. Mine might be worse though – perhaps I too should write about them. I just struggle with building an anonymous presence. Can you give some pointers? Or are you open about your blog with family and friends?

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  9. Family and business politics, what a ‘marriage’!

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  10. An excellent piece, Peter. Better to be on the inside looking out or the outside looking in? I guess it all comes down to which way the penny falls.

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  11. Well…is she cute?

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  12. joey says:

    Fabulous! Turn about is fair play!
    Love this phrase, “…who did the decent thing by dying young and leaving his wealth to my mother…”

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  13. wdfyfe says:

    Stop right there and look for the whisky!

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  14. renxkyoko says:

    Loving the story ! It’s not a real story though, is it ?

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  15. backonmyown says:

    I agree with Al. Still loving your writing, Ducks.

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  16. Scarlet says:

    I was going to say: Go for it!! But have a whisky first 🙂
    Sx

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  17. Emma might look even better in another few moments.

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  18. My head is spinning and I can’t stop giggling. What a social mess!

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  19. manny gantee says:

    “To good endings.” Which your pieces seem to have – well done!

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  20. restlessjo says:

    Office parties! Thankfully a distant memory. 🙂 🙂

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  21. nelle says:

    Don’t look back!

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