Real LIfe and all that jazz
October 24th, 2003 08:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shiredancerSo how *does* Real Life manage to get so complicated? Why is the adage "it never rains but it pours" so darn true? Argh. Kidlet has been home sick for a week, necessitating much juggling of working schedules. And before that, poor kidlet was deemed overweight by her doctor -- this, after two years of me cautiously asking if we ought to be worried about her weight and getting "no, no, it's just puberty, it will even out" as the result. So suddenly I'm thrust back into the role of SuperMom! and have to... yikes... *cook* again. Plan well-balanced meals. Pay attention to the child. Not eat in front of the TV. (I *like* being casual. So I've taken it too far, okay? We can break this habit...) The funny thing is, I'm enjoying it. Since my kid's jazz dancing lessons are way the heck downtown, I can catch the Tuesday afternoon Farmer's Market now, and all the gorgeous displays of all that healthy, orgnaic produce is irresistible. Jeez, I'm even planning menus, trying to make sure we're balancing everything (and using up what's in the fridge). Waaaaaay too organized and efficient, but at least it's a novel change. And cooking has always been a creative outlet for me, at least before I became fanfic addicted. Tearing myself away from the stories isn't as painful as I thought it would be.
So with food a major focus, there go the grocery store workers on strike, and me -- I truly can't cross a picket line. So ingenuity is stretched even more to find a place to purchase the food that's being so creatively planned and prepared. The super deluxe health food store has loads of delightful goodies and free-range, healthy meats, but costs an arm and a leg. The few other mom-and-pop independents don't carry what we need. Argh, again.
Add to all this that I've gone back to my Monday night sewing class (which is less a class than an opportunity to have big cutting tables and room to spread out and work on ongoing projects, with advice from a teacher if needed), and my creativity-o-meter is pinging off the high end. I've missed the ladies there, and they've missed me. Had to put up with much razzing about my computer addiction, but they're past it now. A rowdy bunch of women, really, and great fun to talk with. Of all things, I'm working on a belly dance costume -- come on, this *has* to be the last one I make! I dance maybe once a year, how many costumes do I need for that?? But since I *am* having my 50th birthday in January, and I *am* planning a party at which I will dance -- well, there you go. Gotta have a new costume.
So with creative outlets out the wazoo and (for the nonce) energy to burn, *and* a recovered child back at school, here I go for another fun-filled day in Real Life. *Bounce* *Bounce* *Bounce*
So with food a major focus, there go the grocery store workers on strike, and me -- I truly can't cross a picket line. So ingenuity is stretched even more to find a place to purchase the food that's being so creatively planned and prepared. The super deluxe health food store has loads of delightful goodies and free-range, healthy meats, but costs an arm and a leg. The few other mom-and-pop independents don't carry what we need. Argh, again.
Add to all this that I've gone back to my Monday night sewing class (which is less a class than an opportunity to have big cutting tables and room to spread out and work on ongoing projects, with advice from a teacher if needed), and my creativity-o-meter is pinging off the high end. I've missed the ladies there, and they've missed me. Had to put up with much razzing about my computer addiction, but they're past it now. A rowdy bunch of women, really, and great fun to talk with. Of all things, I'm working on a belly dance costume -- come on, this *has* to be the last one I make! I dance maybe once a year, how many costumes do I need for that?? But since I *am* having my 50th birthday in January, and I *am* planning a party at which I will dance -- well, there you go. Gotta have a new costume.
So with creative outlets out the wazoo and (for the nonce) energy to burn, *and* a recovered child back at school, here I go for another fun-filled day in Real Life. *Bounce* *Bounce* *Bounce*
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EEE!
Date: October 24th, 2003 11:30 pm (UTC)*daydreams*
Re: EEE!
Date: October 25th, 2003 12:55 am (UTC)Hey, you're invited to the b'day party too. So come on up if you can!
(Squeeeee!!!!! See the icon???)
Re: EEE!
Date: October 25th, 2003 01:32 am (UTC)I might very well make the trip...what weekend is it?
Re: EEE!
Date: October 25th, 2003 10:49 am (UTC)It's the Martin Luther King weekend, Jan. 18 (Sunday). I'll put out a real invitation closer to the day.