The Visible Woman...April 9, 2003

enjoying the facilities

FFP is up and off to the club while I snooze. He comes home, calls the groomer, takes the dog for a bath and dip. I feel like a slug. Yesterday wore me out.

Finally I get up and have some coffee and feel like getting after it. I have signed up for a tennis clinic at the club. It's at 10:30. The question is: do I do all or part of my workout before doing it. I sit and mess around with the computer, my journal, mess around with the LINUX machine. Time floats away. Maybe I'll do my workout after the tennis! Maybe I'll have another cup of coffee and do a couple of more back entries of the journal.

Our club is a lovely place. Especially on a cool, sunny day. I'll admit that I'm still not entirely comfortable here, not feeling like it is my own. But that's my own fault.

Today I'm taking advantage, though. Yes. I'm going to a tennis clinic and then to the fitness place. I meant to go to the annual meeting, too, but I thought it was tonight and it was really last night. Maybe next year.

The tennis clinic is fun. It is for lower level players. We learn a technique for learning a spin serve, learn to be more consistent by practicing at a lower pace and learn to analyze and develop strategy about our games.

I go to the fitness area and ride the bicycle for fifteen minues reading The Geography of Saints by Penny Allen. It's a memoir of living in the high dessert of Oregon. I do the weight work that is scheduled for today. Some of it feels OK but not much is getting easier. I finish off on the bike again, reading.

I go home after the club and have a big salad. Then some water and a cup of coffee. I ask FFP if he wants me to go to the store. We need eggs. He says don't bother. It's nice having an afternoon free. Perhaps I'll get some old journal entries posted or deal with some of the piles of stuff in my office.

So what did I really do? I suggested a dog walk in an e-mail to SuRu so we did that, weaving around the neighborhood, never far from home.

Before I left, FFP suggested going to Jeffrey's. We bought a gift certificate at the AGLIFF Oscars benefit the other night.

So as soon as I'm home from the walk, I shower and dress and we go down there. I have some nice rabbit confit crêpes and a fois gras and some of FFP's osso buco. We have martinis to start (note to self: order a half, they use big glasses and fill them up). FFP gets a glass of Cab and I do, too, with the wonderful cheese plate we get. Small servings of wonderful cheese each with a nice condiment (orange marmalade, honeycomb, quince).

The valet parker somehow jams the steering column and the key won't turn. (We think he tried to put my Honda key in and forced it.) I try mine. No luck and then, suddenly, it works. We try it several times at home and it still works. How weird.

I talk to Dad every day. Today we talked about renewing a CD. But I feel bad when I don't see him or do something with him.

Today at the club, going to a tennis clinic, using the fitness center. Now that was once my dream life. Now that I've got it, sometimes it makes me anxious.

When we get home this evening it is already sort of late since we didn't dine until eight. But I read the newspapers in bed and catch the new episode of Six Feet Under which we missed on Sunday. I am not adjusted to daylight savings possibly because I don't have to do it. It was nice that SuRu got off work 'an hour early' though so that we could walk in the light.

reading books

"The Veteran

When I was young and bold and strong,
Oh, right was right, and wrong was wrong!
My plume on high, my flag unfurled,
I rode away to right the world.
'Come out, you dogs, and fight!' said I,
And wept there was but once to die.

But I am old; and good and bad
Are woven in a crazy plaid.
I sit and say, 'The world is so;
And he is wise who lets it go.
A battle lost, a battle won---
The difference is small, my son.

Inertia rides and riddles me;
The which is called Philosophy."

Dorothy Parker

JUST TYPING
Embracing a life
You dreamed.
Not so easy.
As it seemed.

			enjoying the facilities FFP is up and off to the club while I snooze. He comes home, calls the groomer, takes the dog for a bath and dip. I feel like a slug. Yesterday wore me out. Finally I get up and have some coffee and feel like getting after it. I have signed up for a tennis clinic at the club. It's at 10:30. The question is: do I do all or part of my workout before doing it. I sit and mess around with the computer, my journal, mess around with the LINUX machine. Time floats away. Maybe I'll do my workout after the tennis! Maybe I'll have another cup of coffee and do a couple of more back entries of the journal. Our club is a lovely place. Especially on a cool, sunny day. I'll admit that I'm still not entirely comfortable here, not feeling like it is my own. But that's my own fault. Today I'm taking advantage, though. Yes. I'm going to a tennis clinic and then to the fitness place. I meant to go to the annual meeting, too, but I thought it was tonight and it was really last night. Maybe next year. The tennis clinic is fun. It is for lower level players. We learn a technique for learning a spin serve, learn to be more consistent by practicing at a lower pace and learn to analyze and develop strategy about our games. I go to the fitness area and ride the bicycle for fifteen minues reading The Geography of Saints by Penny Allen. It's a memoir of living in the high dessert of Oregon. I do the weight work that is scheduled for today. Some of it feels OK but not much is getting easier. I finish off on the bike again, reading. I go home after the club and have a big salad. Then some water and a cup of coffee. I ask FFP if he wants me to go to the store. We need eggs. He says don't bother. It's nice having an afternoon free. Perhaps I'll get some old journal entries posted or deal with some of the piles of stuff in my office. So what did I really do? I suggested a dog walk in an e-mail to SuRu so we did that, weaving around the neighborhood, never far from home. Before I left, FFP suggested going to Jeffrey's. We bought a gift certificate at the AGLIFF Oscars benefit the other night. So as soon as I'm home from the walk, I shower and dress and we go down there. I have some nice rabbit confit crêpes and a fois gras and some of FFP's osso buco. We have martinis to start (note to self: order a half, they use big glasses and fill them up). FFP gets a glass of Cab and I do, too, with the wonderful cheese plate we get. Small servings of wonderful cheese each with a nice condiment (orange marmalade, honeycomb, quince). The valet parker somehow jams the steering column and the key won't turn. (We think he tried to put my Honda key in and forced it.) I try mine. No luck and then, suddenly, it works. We try it several times at home and it still works. How weird. I talk to Dad every day. Today we talked about renewing a CD. But I feel bad when I don't see him or do something with him. Today at the club, going to a tennis clinic, using the fitness center. Now that was once my dream life. Now that I've got it, sometimes it makes me anxious. When we get home this evening it is already sort of late since we didn't dine until eight. But I read the newspapers in bed and catch the new episode of Six Feet Under which we missed on Sunday. I am not adjusted to daylight savings possibly because I don't have to do it. It was nice that SuRu got off work 'an hour early' though so that we could walk in the light.

	reading books "The Veteran When I was young and bold and strong, Oh, right was right, and wrong was wrong! My plume on high, my flag unfurled, I rode away to right the world. 'Come out, you dogs, and fight!' said I, And wept there was but once to die. But I am old; and good and bad Are woven in a crazy plaid. I sit and say, 'The world is so; And he is wise who lets it go. A battle lost, a battle won--- The difference is small, my son. Inertia rides and riddles me; The which is called Philosophy." Dorothy Parker
	JUST TYPING Embracing a life You dreamed. Not so easy. As it seemed.

Wednesday, April 9, 2003