Thursday, May 3, 2012
Holly Golightly: You know those days when you get the mean reds?
Paul Varjak: The mean reds. You mean like the blues?
Holly Golightly: No. The blues are because you're getting fat, and maybe it's been raining too long. You're just sad, that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid, and you don't know what you're afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?
For me it's this impending doom feeling mainly because it just seems like icky stuff keeps happening. Not the worst of the worst, I haven't lost all perspective. My uncle recently had a heart transplant AND stem cell replacement, so I know what real difficulty is. Mine are just a series of things - getting an email from a couple who wants to return the dogs (dogS, plural!) they adopted from us eight years ago. EIGHT years people! WTF? getting pneumonia, losing our sweet kitty. Stuff that sucks on their own but when you string them together over two weeks time you get a case of the mean reds.
Then watching your efforts transform, smelling that yeasty aroma, seeing a small ball of dough rise up and over the top of its bowl, watching gooey batter become a spongey little cake...oh, it's just happiness for me.
Just to wrap up. When you are feeling blue or red maybe you need a friend or maybe you need to bake or maybe you need to bake for a friend. But I can tell you this for sure - all of the above work way better than that angsty wallowing I used to opt for!
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