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Jan. 12th, 2006 11:02 amAvoidance behavior. Boy am I in a full-bloomed outbreak of it. I should be cutting out garb for Arni and I. I should be cleaning out the second room (Shawn's old one) so I can set a bed in there and offer privacy to guests. I should be out in my car traveling to the various ethnic stores in the area looking for canned fava beans. (Ever tried calling a store that specialises in non-English foods when you only speak rudimentary Spanish or German? Better to just get in the car and go there so the clerk can get the full benefit of my 'confused but nice older lady' look. Not that I'm finding the beans.)
Oh. And I'd better get on the phone or the email and find a home for the 50 loaves of bread that are done 2 weeks before I was told they would be - and that I have to pick up on Saturday. Because with the advance warning of two days, I should be able to arrange freezer space for those, right?
Right.
Stressed? No not me. Why do you ask? And while we're at it, what do you say to a long-distance Internet friend who has undergone gender re-assignment and just broke the nws that he is now a woman? I want to be supportive but I'll be danged if I know what to say after, "Lucky you, gravity hasn't been your enemy yet!" (She sent pictures.) There's got to be some sort of something I can write that is supportive but not nosey.
And did I mention that I'm off of the little pills that keep one from getting preggers and incidentally also keep one from *spiking estrogen episodes*? Yeah, I needed that like a hole in the head. Okay, well, it was time to stop taking those but I think if I'd been intelligent I might have waited until after the busiest month of the last five and certainly not change things before my first event cooking gig in oh, about 4 years or so. Because I'm feeling a little stressed. Even thought really, it's all under control. I just can't get my hindbrain to understand that. Arg.
Oh. And I'd better get on the phone or the email and find a home for the 50 loaves of bread that are done 2 weeks before I was told they would be - and that I have to pick up on Saturday. Because with the advance warning of two days, I should be able to arrange freezer space for those, right?
Right.
Stressed? No not me. Why do you ask? And while we're at it, what do you say to a long-distance Internet friend who has undergone gender re-assignment and just broke the nws that he is now a woman? I want to be supportive but I'll be danged if I know what to say after, "Lucky you, gravity hasn't been your enemy yet!" (She sent pictures.) There's got to be some sort of something I can write that is supportive but not nosey.
And did I mention that I'm off of the little pills that keep one from getting preggers and incidentally also keep one from *spiking estrogen episodes*? Yeah, I needed that like a hole in the head. Okay, well, it was time to stop taking those but I think if I'd been intelligent I might have waited until after the busiest month of the last five and certainly not change things before my first event cooking gig in oh, about 4 years or so. Because I'm feeling a little stressed. Even thought really, it's all under control. I just can't get my hindbrain to understand that. Arg.
