Life is unsettled on several fronts right now. Significant down-sizing at work has left us an office of the walking dead (those who are losing their jobs) and the walking wounded (those of us left to carry on). The economy is still if-fy, and even though it seems to be improving, I think we’re all gun-shy and protective of what little money and few benefits we have. And, geez, can we stop hearing about Michael Jackson? Sheesh!So I’ve decided to pull the covers over my head - figuratively, if not literally. It’s all about comfort, friends: comfort food, comfort music/books/movies, comfort experiences. I’m going at things gently, gently. Avoiding as many unpleasant confrontations as possible. Tiptoeing through any potential mine-fields. Plugging in my earphones and listening to music from the early 1960s, when things were “safe” in my little world. I’m trying to eat healthy-ish, but if it’s a choice of raw veggies or homemade mashed potatoes with butter, I’m peeling the potatoes as I write.
In fact, with the heat and humidity in New York, I believe the time is right for my annual “Christmas in July (or August) Weekend.” I’ll stock up on cocoa, cinnamon, and peppermint, turn the air-conditioning down to frigid, and have a Christmas movie marathon Saturday and Sunday. Deck them halls.
Yes, I’m going to my safe place now. Cocooning. Let me know when it’s OK to come out.
8 comments:
aah Mary. I feel so for the staff, for all around you, and of course,for you. It sounds as if you have some very healthy ways of coping, good movies, music, simple food, some rest. And, still your sense of humor.
love,
Beth
Is Michael Jackson still dead?
Bro.
Beth - well, at least I still have my job. For now. :-)
Bro - Not sure. Could that be why MJ's so newsworthy - dead one day, not dead the next?
Do you think MJ and Elvis have a condo in Palm Springs?
Lil sis
Lil Sis - why don't you and Aunt Nell go over and check that out for us? Report back -
Mashed potatoes are one of my favorite things to eat. Put brown gravy on mine though please. Along with pan fried chicken, fresh okra and corn, and corn bread. Don't forget that good old sweet tea. Top it all off with some home-made peach ice cream. Made myself hungary --see ya.
Ok, well, now you've done it! Named the VERY things I can't get in NYC - pan fried chicken, fried okra, fresh peach ice cream (though I bet I can find the ice cream). Drat!
I must suggest the christmas in August weekend to daughter. She's listening to Christmas music today to cheer herself up as it's so miserable outside. And mash, mmm.
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