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Casserole week - Friday
Aug. 2nd, 2005 04:27 pmLast October when my life completely hit the skids I would wonder frequently where the casseroles were.
I was abject in mourning for the death of my life as I had intended it.
It is pretty clear cut when a person dies, there is a generally a body and a funeral and an obvious space where they used to be. When your life as you know it dies it is equally isolating and devastating except no one knows to bring food. Actually that isn't entirely true. There were a couple of generous people who wanted to bring me something, make a gesture but I wouldn't allow it. I didn't want them to see the person I thought I was now reduced to a sad pile of confused and overly emotional bacon bits.
Fast forward to ten months later.
I am impossibly busy with the Roller Derby, a burgeoning, leafy new business and reconstructing myself with internal scaffolding that hopefully is stronger but doesn't completely obscure the architecture. An odd string of events that started on Friday led my therapist to officially proclaim this "Casserole week" and this time I am going to take it all.
The universe is seemingly paying it back to me.
I don't know how long this will last, but grab a fork everybody and dig in!
( The chair )
I was abject in mourning for the death of my life as I had intended it.
It is pretty clear cut when a person dies, there is a generally a body and a funeral and an obvious space where they used to be. When your life as you know it dies it is equally isolating and devastating except no one knows to bring food. Actually that isn't entirely true. There were a couple of generous people who wanted to bring me something, make a gesture but I wouldn't allow it. I didn't want them to see the person I thought I was now reduced to a sad pile of confused and overly emotional bacon bits.
Fast forward to ten months later.
I am impossibly busy with the Roller Derby, a burgeoning, leafy new business and reconstructing myself with internal scaffolding that hopefully is stronger but doesn't completely obscure the architecture. An odd string of events that started on Friday led my therapist to officially proclaim this "Casserole week" and this time I am going to take it all.
The universe is seemingly paying it back to me.
I don't know how long this will last, but grab a fork everybody and dig in!
( The chair )
