The Visible Woman...June 22, 2003

What's that line from Me and Bobby Magee? Yeah, you know it: "Freedom's just another word for nothing left to do." But, really, too many fish swim by when I give myself that freedom thing. There's really too much to do.

I reassured myself several times by asking Forrest: "We don't have anything to do today, right?"

Actually, we had casually said we'd go to a party that was sort of honoring some servers who were or had left Fonda. I forgot that.

The dog walk seemed imperative. Soon it will be too hot. And my partner in eXtreme dog walking is moving to the lake. After she moves and it is exceedingly hot, I suspect this activity will decline. Then how will I see artistically painted cars and people's remodels and landscaping. By driving around. It's just not the same.

I caught up this journal. I gave it a priority. I couldn't stop myself. It's silly. Why one page per day? Why one picture when, in fact, I don't demand that the picture be taken that day? Why a quote. [Ed. We have temporarily suspended the quote but it may be back.]

Anyway, now that it's done maybe I can do this in real time and not fret over it and, oh, I don't know, do some other writing. Or other enriching activities. I haven't actually put the thing online yet but that's really just a backup anyway. I'm not doing it for you. It's just the easiest way to back it up. That's what I tell myself anyway.

So how else did I spend this day, when I was free to do as I pleased? I went to the club and worked out. I've become quite dedicated to it. The results are slowly showing up. Really. But you had to understand how far I had to go.

After the club, I settled in to try to finish Peter the Great so that I could move on in my reading. FFP mentioned the party. I'd been idly watching movies and reading. But I showered up and we dawdled. I read, we watched the new episode of Sex in the City. Then we found the party. I really, really didn't want to go. I didn't feel like I'd be comfortable. But, of course, that was insance. The folks, mostly associated with Fonda, were great and we enjoyed talking to them, eating some great gazpacho Lisa made, drinking some wine we took. It was fine, of course. But my anti-social side sprang up We did leave at 10pm (the party showed no signs of waning). So I could finish this entry and consider actually posting the twenty or more days that are just on the hard drive. And I could consider curling up in my chair to read Peter the Great or The Sunday New York Times.

Yeah, I could do whatever I wanted. Pretty much. But I didn't do anything all that exciting, did I?

Sunday, June 22, 2003

A Journal from Austin, Texas. A Project of LBFFP Stealth Publishing.
food	reading	writing	time	exercise	health and mood

Austin just is weird.	you can do whatever you want to do What's that line from Me and Bobby Magee? Yeah, you know it: "Freedom's just another word for nothing left to do." But, really, too many fish swim by when I give myself that freedom thing. There's really too much to do. I reassured myself several times by asking Forrest: "We don't have anything to do today, right?" Actually, we had casually said we'd go to a party that was sort of honoring some servers who were or had left Fonda. I forgot that. The dog walk seemed imperative. Soon it will be too hot. And my partner in eXtreme dog walking is moving to the lake. After she moves and it is exceedingly hot, I suspect this activity will decline. Then how will I see artistically painted cars and people's remodels and landscaping. By driving around. It's just not the same. I caught up this journal. I gave it a priority. I couldn't stop myself. It's silly. Why one page per day? Why one picture when, in fact, I don't demand that the picture be taken that day? Why a quote. [Ed. We have temporarily suspended the quote but it may be back.] Anyway, now that it's done maybe I can do this in real time and not fret over it and, oh, I don't know, do some other writing. Or other enriching activities. I haven't actually put the thing online yet but that's really just a backup anyway. I'm not doing it for you. It's just the easiest way to back it up. That's what I tell myself anyway. So how else did I spend this day, when I was free to do as I pleased? I went to the club and worked out. I've become quite dedicated to it. The results are slowly showing up. Really. But you had to understand how far I had to go. After the club, I settled in to try to finish Peter the Great so that I could move on in my reading. FFP mentioned the party. I'd been idly watching movies and reading. But I showered up and we dawdled. I read, we watched the new episode of Sex in the City. Then we found the party. I really, really didn't want to go. I didn't feel like I'd be comfortable. But, of course, that was insance. The folks, mostly associated with Fonda, were great and we enjoyed talking to them, eating some great gazpacho Lisa made, drinking some wine we took. It was fine, of course. But my anti-social side sprang up We did leave at 10pm (the party showed no signs of waning). So I could finish this entry and consider actually posting the twenty or more days that are just on the hard drive. And I could consider curling up in my chair to read Peter the Great or The Sunday New York Times. Yeah, I could do whatever I wanted. Pretty much. But I didn't do anything all that exciting, did I?
JUST TYPING You can do whatever you want. No obligations. Except the ongoing ones. To learn, to exercise, to improve, to make your space livable. Just relax? How?
		Food Diary. Haddock marinated in garlic and basil and steamed brocolli, cauliflower, squash with parmesan cheese sprinkles. Chips, cheese, onions, salsa, garlic chips. Wine and gazpacho and a couple of chips with dip. Some cheese, carrots, green onions.
		Time flies.... I spent a lot of time catching up this journal. I can't stop myself. I don't know what to say about that.

		Reading. Except that I'd have more time to read if I didn't do this journal.
		Not to mention time to write other things
		Exercise About fifty minutes walking. Fifty-five minutes on the stationary bike and some ab work.
	.	I'm really feeling pretty good.