. . . and can blog in bed:

You know what’s a frustrating thing? Hearing people say things like, “oh, she must be so frustrated that the world is passing you by.” No, temporarily feeling frustration (because, say, I burnt my toast) and being frustrated (because, say, I am the burnt toast) are two different things. My state of being is not frustrated. (By the way, thinking of you saying things like that, I am feeling frustrated.)

How many times can I use “frustrated” in a paragraph?

Oh, I have a story for you. Today Matt brought me a whole turkey by accident. Twenty pounds. We have to cook it tomorrow because it’s already partially thawed. Let’s have turkey for breakfast, turkey for lunch, turkey for supper. Because I cannot handle the grocery store right now (especially Kirby Whole Foods on a Saturday morning, yowza), Matt has been doing the grocery shopping. He is supposed to shop according to a list that I build after I develop a menu for the week. So today he took C&D shopping early in the morning. Going down the list he saw where I had written toward the bottom, “stuffing for turkey.” I just wanted stuffing. In the list, I even expounded on the stuffing concept, and wrote something like “not Stove Top, something like Pepperidge Farm.” I just wanted stuffing, I didn’t have hte energy to make it myself, and I didn’t want Stove Top. And I only wanted stuffing because I knew we had several pounds of chicken in the freezer. I thought C&D would like it with stuffing. (Okay, at the time I thought the chicken was turkey, but did it matter? It was bird.) So Matt read the list and said, oh, we don’t have turkey in the freezer, we have chicken, so let me buy Joyce a turkey. He says he didn’t want to call me because he thought I was sleeping. Actually, I was awake. Regardless, f you ever think you might want to bring me 20 pounds of turkey, call me to make sure I really want it. I probably don’t. I probably just want stuffing. Anyway, so Matt bought the only turkey they had, and it was gigantic, and probably like $80 because it was Diestel and organic and raised watching soap operas and eating organic turkey feed. Or whatever. It’s a lot of turkey.

And I still have to cook all that chicken in the freezer.

And I have another story, but this one isn’t funny. Right around New Year’s, I ordered a lot of clothes from someone on eBay. A few days after I ordered the clothes, the seller sent me an e-mail saying that she was late in sending her clothes because her mother had been diagnosed by a doctor with unexplained vertigo. After four days the seller took her mother, who was still feeling awful, to the ER. Her mother was diagnosed with a stroke. It just occurred to me that almost the same thing happened to me. A chill ran up my spine. I should write and see how they are doing.

Entry expanded 7 March 2007. Do you know how long it too me to write a blog post or even an e-mail back then? Forever! Now that I’m feeling even better, and a little faster, I can go back and finish the posts I started weeks ago.