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said_scarlett) wrote2008-12-18 02:21 pm
said_scarlett) wrote2008-12-18 02:21 pm
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I have this horrible feeling that within the next few days, I'm going to be wandering around the neighborhood offering random neighbors baked goods. Because I've made a lot of things that can't be mailed to friends, and probably won't all be eaten by the household.
I just finished up a chocolate mint cream pie in chocolate crust, and now I'm eyeing this recipe for chocolate phyllo chimichangas.
I clearly can't be left alone. I did this in Seattle, too. When I'm knocking around the house alone, I get weird and fidgety and to keep it from escalating into a full scale panic attack, I bake. I need to focus on it, it takes mental and physical energy, and there's a nice structure to it that keeps me calm.
Went grocery shopping! It was rather grueling, and I feel awful because I exclaimed 'fuck' in front of a little old lady. :/ I hate swearing in front of people who are older than me - I never really grew out of the idea that 'all 'adults' are authority figures, authority figures need to be respected a certain way' and even now, anyone significantly older than me gets labeled the same way.
I did have a very nice pick-me-up, though. I took my cart up to a register, and there was a new bag boy, probably early twenties. He not only bagged my cart, insisted he take it out for me because of the weather, but he rushed around the stand to unload it for me and put everything on the belt. And chatted enthusiastically the whole time. This was not done for the people before or behind me. And I know it wasn't the cane, because when I go shopping, I don't use it. I use the cart as a walker. So that cheered me up a great deal.
I just finished up a chocolate mint cream pie in chocolate crust, and now I'm eyeing this recipe for chocolate phyllo chimichangas.
I clearly can't be left alone. I did this in Seattle, too. When I'm knocking around the house alone, I get weird and fidgety and to keep it from escalating into a full scale panic attack, I bake. I need to focus on it, it takes mental and physical energy, and there's a nice structure to it that keeps me calm.
Went grocery shopping! It was rather grueling, and I feel awful because I exclaimed 'fuck' in front of a little old lady. :/ I hate swearing in front of people who are older than me - I never really grew out of the idea that 'all 'adults' are authority figures, authority figures need to be respected a certain way' and even now, anyone significantly older than me gets labeled the same way.
I did have a very nice pick-me-up, though. I took my cart up to a register, and there was a new bag boy, probably early twenties. He not only bagged my cart, insisted he take it out for me because of the weather, but he rushed around the stand to unload it for me and put everything on the belt. And chatted enthusiastically the whole time. This was not done for the people before or behind me. And I know it wasn't the cane, because when I go shopping, I don't use it. I use the cart as a walker. So that cheered me up a great deal.