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As I type this it is only approximately 20 hours until the first event. I’ve been feeling the strain today, I complealy freaked and did nothing but read a book I was going to take, and made jewelry. I tend to do impractical things when I’m freaking. I spent a compleat day earlier this week, making the rest of the pages for the blog, and filling out the nessicary information on what events are where. Each day of the tour is posted, with the live events listed with time and location. And web-links if I could find them.
I am going to have to get a hold of myself, but I’m partially reveling in the insanity. I just have to remind myself that we’re only going to be gone for three days, and then we get to come home for a little bit. Having my computer blow up on me is just a topper to the tier cake of stress that I’ve been baking.
That’s another thing I do when I stress, bake. I turn into June Cleaver if there is going to be any social gathering at the house and I must bake at least one layer cake, decorate it and have it on some kind of display platter, or I don’t feel that I’m being a good host. Our friend Karen, shares a similar form of this reaction, but she does more in the way of standard cooking (“Brisket for 150? sure I did that yesterday, It probably hasn’t frozen yet.”) I know people who mop the floor, or who ceaselessly organize a given room until the stress passes. Me, I bake. I’ve been avoiding the kitchen of late, because if I stay there too long, I’ll bake something, and with us leaving in a few day’s, it would be wasted, and just attract more ants.
So, here is a big shout out to all those people out there who become more domestic when their world is being upset. You are not alone, and I’ll give you a cake if you’d mop my floor or clean my closet…