The Visible Woman...January 3, 2001

I woke up very early this morning in my chair dreaming about very high-heeled shoes covered in sequins. I woke up around 7:30 AM this morning dreaming about a clinical experiment I had entered. In the packet of information about the thing, there was information on some resort. Apparently, we had to take a vacation somewhere to get the blood drawn. Then I was drinking from a pitcher of beer and eating a buffet dinner. FFP started talking to me and the dog while I was trying to pull this stuff out of my dream so I could write it down. Why does one write down remembered dreams? But, you know, if you do NOT write them down (or tell them to someone in detail) pretty quickly then they disappear all together. It's not as if you were there in the dream. The conscious and the unconscious cross as you wake up and only then, it seems, can you bring stuff across.

Why am I dreaming so much? Well, that isn't really the question. Why am I able to bring things across lately?

This morning I weighed 177 pounds and so did Forrest. This is the first time I remember gaining over the holidays. Hmmm... (Sorry, FFP, if your weight isn't fair game, I'll remove it. You are, of course, possibly the only one reading!) Forrest will go down faster than I, I predict. He's better about dieting and exercising and men do that. Lose (and gain) more easily.

I spend the whole day at work doing something that I didn't expect to have to do. Something I think someone with another job title should do. But that's life. I finish it and tomorrow I can do what I think I should be doing.

At lunch, SuRu and I go out for a burger. I rarely eat hamburgers. The Whopper doesn't sit too well either. First we visited the Altex Computer part store. They have a few systems but nothing I decided was going to be my mom's next computer. I didn't realize this store was there. They do have all kinds of parts...even racks and a whole section of velcro. In the evening, I give in and order her a system on dell.com.

Why is it that all these catalogs come in the mail after Christmas. Some are sales but others seem hopeful that you will not stop shopping! Maybe they are trying to sell us a little Valentine's gift. We sure have bags and bags of recycling with all the junk mail and catalogs and the newspapers. One that came today is called 'Exposures' and has all these picture frames, quality albums and boxes of acid free material. I always look longingly at these, convinced that I merely need the right storage to get organized. When, of course, I also need time to sort and toss and separate.

The stock market is truly insane. Nuts. Crazy. Before the Fed lowered the rate, the 'value' stocks went up. Then it's back to tech-mania. I can't figure it out.

I've been reading the newspapers on the day they come. Amazing, huh? Tonight I tried to work the crossword in the New York Times. By Wednesday they are usually too hard, but I figured out these eskimo puns. Eskimo hot dog topper: Chilly Sauce. Eskimo words of encouragement: Icy it All Now. Eskimo prospector: Cold Miner. Eskimo Stree: Cool Du Sac. Except, of course, they put a question mark after the clue when it's a silly pun like that.