This past week has been a mixed bag of
highs and lows. I find that I'm struggling with a bunch of things
that are all messing with my motivation. Currently, my mobility has
been severely curtailed by a twisted knee. On any given day my joints
are a source of almost constant pain or stiffness. This is far worse.
I can't even sit in a computer chair (I'm losing another week of
editing videos I'm sure). I haven't been restricted to the sofa in
nearly two years. Since one of the fears I wrestle with is the one
that I won't be as active as I once was, this is a setback I really
don't need. I'm supposed to be at Anime Expo this weekend, and I have
a shoot next week. Arrgh! So, I called Craig. He is a licensed
paramedic as well as my nemesis. Somehow, the discussion drifted to
growing corn. That can be very funny apparently. At least, I found it
hilarious. And the chat made me feel better for a while. Beyond that,
there are ice packs and analgesics and the freakin' sofa for the next
day or two.
I had some ups and downs with baking as
well. I had quite the tussle with the old piping bag in making
macarons. They tasted good, but there were not exactly ready for a
patisserie. I called them rustic. Afterward, I was looking at some
other recipes and concluded that the easy one I was using was a bit
too easy. The steps would have made for a much prettier products. The
next time I attempt them, I will use the more complex recipe. I even
had problems with Madeleines, and I've made many a successful batch
of those. I was just off last week, baking wise. But then I decided
to try the bread experiment once again. I thought the dough looked
much better than my first batch. And lookee there, I made a boule! It had a hollow thump and a crust that was crunchy when gently
pressed. And it tasted as good as it looked! We ate half of the loaf
with dinner. Well, Jon ate dinner. I mostly ate the bread and a
couple of meatballs. It was good that the baking ended on an up note.
It's never good for the main outlet for stress to become a source of
frustration. I had other plans for cooking lots of seasonal veggies
this week, but the knee has but the kibash on that. I'll only be
standing in front of the stove long enough to heat things.
I'm not really complaining. All things
considered, things aren't terrible. I'm not the same as I was before
I fell ill, but at least I'm not ill. Of course, everything that goes
wrong makes me paranoid about being ill again. No worries though.
I've become well skilled at managing paranoia. I'll just send some
panicked emails to my support system. They'll calm me down, because
they have had similar experiences. Easy peasy. Yes, I have to go
through this process each time. It's a thing with me. UPDATE! I have
sent various panicked emails and phone calls since writing this
paragraph. My knee is feeling only marginally better, but I feel much
more relaxed about it all now.
In These Shoes...
...I don't think so. (My favorite song about high heels).
When I was hobbling around the mall on Monday, I must confess that I
was really pleased to see some very lovely clothes for this season.
There are some lines of clothes that have very attractive sundresses
and skirts. Even the shorts remind me strongly of the fashion sense
from the 1950s when women had figures and sexy didn't mean slutty. I
think Mad Men http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mad_Men
is responsible for that (I've never seen the show myself. It reminds
me too much of the Tate Advertising Agency on Bewitched, but with no
magic or Samantha Stephens
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samantha_Stephens
). This is a good thing. I usually find myself ranting angrily at
fashion trends that either make no sense or don't look right on any
female that isn't a toddler (I'm looking at you, empire waist
dresses). And I still don't like pork pie hats. 
But amidst these
lovely fashions is a big and perplexing irritant to me. Somehow,
stripper's shoes have become high fashion. I'm even seeing serious
female journalists wearing these five or six inch numbers. What's the
harm, you might ask. They're just shoes after all. I give you my Hubs
as Exhibit A. He is a thoroughly modern man who believes that women
can do whatever jobs they set their minds to. His Momma raised him
right. However, when he sees those shoes on a woman, his reaction
every time is Hhheeeyyy now, what is she into? Or Why is she
interviewing that general in FM shoes? Before you think I am speaking in hyperbole, consider the shoes to
the right. I found those on a site called Upscale Stripper
http://upscalestripper.com. I found a shoe with the same silhouette and heel height at the very
respectable zappos.com. Check out this link:
http://www.zappos.com/mia-limited-edition-vixen-white-patent. I find it distressing that otherwise serious women are undermining
their authority for the sake of fashion. In some ways, this trend is
more distressing than the fad of having 'juicy' written on the seat
of girl's and women's short shorts. Wake up ladies! If you won't
consider your dignity, consider your health. Podiatrists are offering
operations to to make walking in those shoes bearable. They are
called 'toe jobs'
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/04/26/plastic-surgery-foot-feet-high-heels_n_1454964.html
.After all, they were only meant to be worn for the length of a song
or while on one's back shooting scenes for porn. They weren't built
for an 8 hour day in an office.
Updates
I'll post film and book updates in my
other blogs this week. I'll make an announcement here when they are
uploaded. One crazy thing though. My books have been really selling
this month. I'm really happy, but have no idea why. I'm not even
advertising. Maybe all of this blogging is paying off.
Stay tuned
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