You can never be sure your mind is all right
I feel bad for not having made some kind of remark about the Hurricane Katrina thing... but in bad times, I'm (extra) bad with words. What can be said that hasn't already? Unfortunately disasters like these bring out not just the best of human nature, but the worst as well. We saw this after 9/11... and right now seems eerily similar to that time, at least to me. And I've dealt with them both in the same (deficient?) way: Looking away.
After 9/11, I was a TV zombie for maybe three days and then just quit. I was done. I'm not the kind of person who can get through or get over things by wallowing. I push all the bad stuff down into something that I can deal with minimally and privately while acting outwardly as if nothing is wrong. I don't just do this with world-changing events, but with anything bad that happens to me personally. I'm not good at letting people know that I need help or that I just need them around. Even close friends might not find out about something shitty I dealt with until way after it's over.... if ever.
Had enough? Me too. Now comes the part of the entry where I pretend everything in the world is dandy.
Yesterday was the first day of my four-day weekend... whoo hoo. Filled up my car (boo hoo... somehow gas went up another ten cents per gallon when I went to sleep), went to Longs (where I set off the detector on my way out, how embarrassing), and to Raley's where I bought hella stuff to make hella recipes. I'm making banana bread right now. And last night I made an orzo salad which was so good... that recipe will be up late tonight or tomorrow.
I also had an amusing convo with the two bag girls (there are these two who always seem to work together, unlike the majority of bag girls and boys who work solo) about "Sin City." I was advised that it's pretty much a porno. Hee. The actual cashier, probably in her thirties, did not really look amused by our conversation (the girls were probably like 17 or 18, giggly and chatty, possibly incompetent type). It's not as if there was anyone behind me in line.
Yesterday, annoyed that my stuff from Amazon still hadn't arrived (I WANT MY BOOK AND CD DAMMIT!), I was unwise and went on eBay... tsk, tsk. I'll tell you about the stuff I won if I win it (cross your fingers!) Too cute, and I really need to build my collection in that area.
I do not need to build my collection of burned foods, so I'm gonna go deal with my banana bread.
After 9/11, I was a TV zombie for maybe three days and then just quit. I was done. I'm not the kind of person who can get through or get over things by wallowing. I push all the bad stuff down into something that I can deal with minimally and privately while acting outwardly as if nothing is wrong. I don't just do this with world-changing events, but with anything bad that happens to me personally. I'm not good at letting people know that I need help or that I just need them around. Even close friends might not find out about something shitty I dealt with until way after it's over.... if ever.
Had enough? Me too. Now comes the part of the entry where I pretend everything in the world is dandy.
Yesterday was the first day of my four-day weekend... whoo hoo. Filled up my car (boo hoo... somehow gas went up another ten cents per gallon when I went to sleep), went to Longs (where I set off the detector on my way out, how embarrassing), and to Raley's where I bought hella stuff to make hella recipes. I'm making banana bread right now. And last night I made an orzo salad which was so good... that recipe will be up late tonight or tomorrow.
I also had an amusing convo with the two bag girls (there are these two who always seem to work together, unlike the majority of bag girls and boys who work solo) about "Sin City." I was advised that it's pretty much a porno. Hee. The actual cashier, probably in her thirties, did not really look amused by our conversation (the girls were probably like 17 or 18, giggly and chatty, possibly incompetent type). It's not as if there was anyone behind me in line.
Yesterday, annoyed that my stuff from Amazon still hadn't arrived (I WANT MY BOOK AND CD DAMMIT!), I was unwise and went on eBay... tsk, tsk. I'll tell you about the stuff I won if I win it (cross your fingers!) Too cute, and I really need to build my collection in that area.
I do not need to build my collection of burned foods, so I'm gonna go deal with my banana bread.
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10:45 AM
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