Alison cut her hair and she looks fabulous!
Erik read my copy of Joan Didion’s Slouching Towards Bethlehem a couple of months ago and alerted me to this tip:
It was once suggested to me that, as an antidote to crying, I put my head in a paper bag. As it happens, there is a sound physiological reason, something to do with oxygen, for doing exactly that, but the psychological effect alone is incalculable: it is difficult in the extreme to continue fancying oneself Cathy in Wuthering Heights with one’s head in a Food Fair bag.
Well, I had a chance to test that out tonight and let me tell you, it works like a miracle. One moment I was sobbing to Erik over the phone that I miss him and I don’t want to start school or all my obligations again and I’m worried about next year and everything is hopeless; moments later, after putting a large, shiny pale-blue gift bag over my head, I’m giggling and suddenly the world has righted itself again. I think it’s the ridiculousness of it all that makes it work so quickly and wonderfully. Just sitting there thinking how utterly idiotic one looks with a paper bag on one’s head is enough to take away that whole despairing sense of one’s own problems being so important. I guess you could say it puts things back into perspective. Anyway I hesitate to post information like this because I know people will think crying necessities comforting and worrying on their part. Do not worry, and feel no obligation to comfort me. Everything is better. I just felt I needed to share this in case someone else is ever in weepy dire straits and wants out.
Currently: Sleepy, but staying up to finish organizing some things. I cleaned my mirrors and windows today (panes and sills), some of my floors, two tables, the toilet, and did various other routine housecleaning tasks. I’m ready for bed, but still feeling productive.
[This post was imported on 4/10/14 from my old blog at satsumabug.livejournal.com.]