I have done a most excellent job of organizing the change involved (on my end) in expanding our life to encompass dad. Shaun has had the much more difficult end of packing up his house (while working full-time) and taking care of him until they can get here. Not to mention dealing with both of their feelings.
Unfortunately, I hit one of the glitches in my personality, and froze.
I don’t have time to freeze.
Jane getting stuck: I have to look up the menu online for a new restaurant, or I will panic, and blindly order what the person next to me is having. When I open a menu in a restaurant, The words swim around like little fish Haikus. I consider myself pretty about good at reading? So this makes no sense.
I’d find myself, horrified, shrinking back from a plate of shrimp, clam chowder, crab, or lobster. There might as well be a murderous psychopath glaring up at me from the plate, waving a sharp implement. (I’m allergic to shellfish.)
It’s not important enough to fix, in the scheme of Things That Could Use Fixing (at $150 an hour). I am positive there is no menu trauma in my past, so I found a workaround, and moved on.
Thursday, I was planning Unfamiliar Food menus. 14 years of marriage, and I never noticed Shaun was the planner. Note to self: appreciate Shaun. I give my problem the $150 per hour test: is it worth it? No. Need a work around. I put out an all points bulletin: Jane needs food help!
(I have truly amazing friends, who, if they are fazed by my glitches, never let on.)
Hilary comes to help me sort out menus, the grocery list, and strategize how to get back on track: somehow, in the midst of this, she also manages to clean the bathroom.
I am awestruck.
Forget that she’s an incredible trainer. She can do MENUS and clean a bathroom at the same time. I’m speechless.
The next day, I get half the food in my cart, and stop, paralyzed by what I see on the list.
It made perfect sense when I wrote it down. Now, I have no idea what I was thinking.
I stand there and wonder if I can really ask a clerk:
“On which aisle might I find “Frozen Crap”?
Once I finished giggling, and Daisy texted me back suggesting ‘Frozen Crap’ could possibly be pre-prepared scalloped potatoes, etc.
- I knew I had to tell you.
- I took it global in my brain: where do I freeze around horses? Or do I?
- Where do other people freeze?
Where do you freeze? Is there any area in which you freeze around horses? What’s your work around?
(Yes, I’m begging: I don’t want to stand alone in the freezer aisle.)