The Visible Woman...July 26, 2003

I wake up around 6:30 with only about four hours sleep and desperately in need of an Advil and an Aloe Vera gel cap to cure what ails me. (Head and gut.) [Ed. note: I rarely swallow a pill of any kind and, if I do, I mostly record it here. Like the decongestants when I fly. Or the occasional Advil and Aloe Vera after burning the candle at both ends.] I go back to bed and stay there until 7:30 or eight. Then I face the mess.

FFP scurries around moving furniture, organizing, putting things away. He polices the yard, but it was so hot that people didn't linger out there so mostly he just has to pick up candles and such. I clean glasses and plates, clean the floors a little so we can live with it until the maid comes, organize other people's belongings. Slowly the whole place returns to our usual state...organized for the way we live in the place instead of for a party and performance. Chaotic, yes. Messy, yes. But livable. Except my office where too many piles of newspaper have been hidden and now surround me. But still. It's as if the party never happened. When I describe it to some other people today (at the insistence of someone who was there), the person will ask how we could have room for such a show...do we have a big space? Barely big enough, I think.

The headache and stomach ache will recede. The memory of the mess will, too. And we will only remember the fun and people saying they enjoyed it. And we will do it again.

I try to get the umphh to straighten my disastrous office or to go work out. But it's so, so hard. So I don't. I nap a little, pick up a few things. I just clean up a few papers on my desk. Not by doing anything about them, but just by dividing them into 'info to enter' (mostly addresses that need to go on file) and 'calendar' (some brochures on Austin things that I want to put on our calendar).

We go to a pool party at a friend's house that is the antitheses of our party. A couple and two guest couples (one us, the other a couple with a baby). Some burgers on the grill. Some drinks...water, wine, soda. A DVD to watch. We get in the pool and float around. Since I've had no exercise today other than washing dishes, I try to kick my feet and move my arms. A bit of 'water aerobics.' We eat hamburgers and sides. We watch Carnal Knowledge projected with a projector on a sheet using a laptop with a DVD player. It's very lazy and I unwind. And feel better.

The party is over. Move on.

Saturday, July 26, 2003

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

Stuart sings 'as himself' as he says. Sometimes, indeed in this show in two different outfits...he's Carol Channing.	aftermath The day after...starts badly but ends up OK. I wake up around 6:30 with only about four hours sleep and desperately in need of an Advil and an Aloe Vera gel cap to cure what ails me. (Head and gut.) [Ed. note: I rarely swallow a pill of any kind and, if I do, I mostly record it here. Like the decongestants when I fly. Or the occasional Advil and Aloe Vera after burning the candle at both ends.] I go back to bed and stay there until 7:30 or eight. Then I face the mess. FFP scurries around moving furniture, organizing, putting things away. He polices the yard, but it was so hot that people didn't linger out there so mostly he just has to pick up candles and such. I clean glasses and plates, clean the floors a little so we can live with it until the maid comes, organize other people's belongings. Slowly the whole place returns to our usual state...organized for the way we live in the place instead of for a party and performance. Chaotic, yes. Messy, yes. But livable. Except my office where too many piles of newspaper have been hidden and now surround me. But still. It's as if the party never happened. When I describe it to some other people today (at the insistence of someone who was there), the person will ask how we could have room for such a show...do we have a big space? Barely big enough, I think. The headache and stomach ache will recede. The memory of the mess will, too. And we will only remember the fun and people saying they enjoyed it. And we will do it again. I try to get the umphh to straighten my disastrous office or to go work out. But it's so, so hard. So I don't. I nap a little, pick up a few things. I just clean up a few papers on my desk. Not by doing anything about them, but just by dividing them into 'info to enter' (mostly addresses that need to go on file) and 'calendar' (some brochures on Austin things that I want to put on our calendar). We go to a pool party at a friend's house that is the antitheses of our party. A couple and two guest couples (one us, the other a couple with a baby). Some burgers on the grill. Some drinks...water, wine, soda. A DVD to watch. We get in the pool and float around. Since I've had no exercise today other than washing dishes, I try to kick my feet and move my arms. A bit of 'water aerobics.' We eat hamburgers and sides. We watch Carnal Knowledge projected with a projector on a sheet using a laptop with a DVD player. It's very lazy and I unwind. And feel better. The party is over. Move on.
JUST TYPING A bunch of dirty glasses. Garbage. Recycling box full. Of wine bottles and such. Evidence. Of a good time?
		Food Diary. A Ham Florentine crêpe with some wonderful sauce and a huge croissant...breakfast of champions. (La Madeleine) Some cheese and onions and about six crackers. A little 'all fiber' cereal and some half and half. Chips and salsa fresca. A diet Sprite. A couple of glasses of wine. A cheeseburger with mayo, mustard, onion, lettuce, tomato. Coleslaw. Cucumber tomato salad. A few more chips and salsa. (This round was baked chips, I think. Or 'fake' as one guest said.) Some more coleslaw. (Made with yogurt and cider vinegar, said the host.)
		Time flies.... When I'm washing glasses or doing some other household chore, sometimes I look at the clock and say to myself "I think I can have all these done in twenty minutes." I spent a lot of time putting stuff up, washing up. Of course, we spend time everyday doing that sort of thing. Not only did I clean up from the party. I folded sheets the maid left in the dryer. I cleaned up after my own messes. But mostly I banked leisure. Sitting in my chair, reading the paper. Reading the paper over breakfast out. Sitting watching a movie. Floating around in a pool making mindless conversation. I saw things I needed to spend time on, though. Cabinets and drawers that need cleaning. This office!

		Reading. Read papers only.
		Nope, nothing. I don't think I can write until I make a concerted effort to clean up my office.
		Exercise None.
		Physically not so good today early. Better later in the day. Good sleep except many dreams..