The Visible Woman...July 16, 2003

I judge my days by their productivity. I judge productivity perhaps differently than you!

Does one have to be productive if one is retired? My answer is 'yes.' But I feel productive if I finish a book or dispatch a stack of newspapers or take out the trash. Or, in fact, if I catch up my journal.

I feel productive if I get my workout done and done to my satisfaction. If I wash up after we eat or get some laundry done. If I do the grocery shopping. If I pay bills.

I did some things today. Tidied up the yard, shopped, worked out. In other words, checked some things off my list. I felt productive, strong, capable. Which is a pile of bunk, of course, but beats how I felt yesterday.

Wednesday, July 16, 2003

A Journal from Austin, Texas. A Project of LBFFP Stealth Publishing.
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SF travel poster...for sale on ebay	more productive I judge my days by their productivity. I judge productivity perhaps differently than you! Does one have to be productive if one is retired? My answer is 'yes.' But I feel productive if I finish a book or dispatch a stack of newspapers or take out the trash. Or, in fact, if I catch up my journal. I feel productive if I get my workout done and done to my satisfaction. If I wash up after we eat or get some laundry done. If I do the grocery shopping. If I pay bills. I did some things today. Tidied up the yard, shopped, worked out. In other words, checked some things off my list. I felt productive, strong, capable. Which is a pile of bunk, of course, but beats how I felt yesterday.
JUST TYPING Just do it. Wrong or right. Clean it up. Figure it out. Just start. You just might finish.
		Food Diary. Small bowl of salad: spinach, mozzarella, bleu cheese dressing. A couple of strawberries. A couple more strawberries. Caviar, bunch of crackers, lemon and onions. Salmon (about five ounces) plus broccoli and yellow squash and onions with a sprinkle of parmesan cheese. A bunch of red wine.
		Time flies.... I got up this morning with the idea of delaying my workout and getting on with my chores in fixing up house and yard. But I ended up e-mailing, fixing this journal and stuff for a while instead. But I finally got out there and accomplished something.

		Reading. A French Affair: The Paris Beat, 1965-1998 by Mary Blume. This is a really great book which, like all good ones, suggests others one might read, topics one might take up.
		Catching up the journal feels like, well, typing at least.
		Exercise Twenty minutes...biking to nowhere. Lower body and arm exercises. Thirty minutes on the bike.
	.	Physically I'm a little more clear-headed today.