The Visible Woman...July 29, 2003

What does it take to move forward out of a lull? To feel accomplished and in control?

Something about getting ready for a party, timing everything to be neat (or hidden!) and ready and then putting things back to the normal chaos seems to make me want to take a break. I think I'll dig right back in...keep the cleaning bug going, get more exercise, start eating right and cooking, start writing and organizing, moving on.

But always a lull. When I worked and I completed something big, I always had a lull. Couldn't seem to avoid it.

I try to roll again today. I'm partly successful. I get over to my Dad's for an hour or so and dig into a closet we haven't really touched. Several cubic feet of stuff goes to the thrift store along with a bag of clothes we winnowed out. Dad identifies some things that he can give away. I find some photo albums and photos that I need to organize into archival quality containers. We enjoy remembering some of the old times in the pix.

I get in my workout and I get gifts done for the new baby next door to dad and my friends' birthdays, too.

But mostly the day seems to slip away. I get today's papers read and even most of yesterday's. But the floor of my office is still littered with paper.

Still...I acommplished a little. Really.

Tuesday, July 29, 2003

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

detail of weird food my friend brought back from Japan	get with it What does it take to move forward out of a lull? To feel accomplished and in control? Something about getting ready for a party, timing everything to be neat (or hidden!) and ready and then putting things back to the normal chaos seems to make me want to take a break. I think I'll dig right back in...keep the cleaning bug going, get more exercise, start eating right and cooking, start writing and organizing, moving on. But always a lull. When I worked and I completed something big, I always had a lull. Couldn't seem to avoid it. I try to roll again today. I'm partly successful. I get over to my Dad's for an hour or so and dig into a closet we haven't really touched. Several cubic feet of stuff goes to the thrift store along with a bag of clothes we winnowed out. Dad identifies some things that he can give away. I find some photo albums and photos that I need to organize into archival quality containers. We enjoy remembering some of the old times in the pix. I get in my workout and I get gifts done for the new baby next door to dad and my friends' birthdays, too. But mostly the day seems to slip away. I get today's papers read and even most of yesterday's. But the floor of my office is still littered with paper. Still...I acommplished a little. Really.
JUST TYPING Just start it. Organize something. Give away something. Every cubic foot helps.
		Food Diary. a piece of turkey salami (40 calories) A bowl of Just Fiber cereal with half and half and a teaspoon of sugar. Half of a Shiner Bock. A bunch of stuff: raw toro (fatty tuna sashimi), a grilled prawn, a bit of duck, a shot of sparkling wine with a quail's egg yolk, an oyster, a sea urchin; some brie on skewers with chutney and coffee ice cream on toothpicks with a kind of pastry skin with sugar. Two glasses of Shiraz-Cabarnet. New restaurant in Austin called Uchi (which means house in Japanese). This place is happening.
		Time flies.... Lost time on the front end...sleeping. Was almost eight when, groggily, I got up. Think I lost sleep last week. Excuses. I kept feeling I had to return to my dreams. Dreams of apartment buildings and odd, huge houses and of looking for a place to change clothes and trying to get rose thorns out of my back and dreams of people in huge cloaks, seen from above on a balcony looking at a wood floor. A pope-like figure who gave out plastic toys. Then, as I tried to get my lazy self off to the club, the plumber came and I had to deal with the plumber and pay him but now my outside faucet isn't leaking gallons a day. Then I was lazy when I got back from the club...eating, dealing with some stuff on the computer, talking to dad. At Dad's this afternoon, I slowly went through stuff in one of the closets. I took my time, I decided on stuff to go to the thrift store, to take to my house, to throw away. Time spirals away.

		Reading. Finished Mary Gordon's novellas (The Rest of Life). Read Arts Section of The New York Times and worked puzzle. Read most of the rest of last two day's papers.
		I've decided once again to not promote the journal. Why? Because I want to write but does this mess speak for me? Not in a way I'd really like, I don't think. But maybe I won't not promote the journal as in ask people not to link to it.
		Exercise One hour on the exercise bike. Ab and lower back exercises.
		Felt good at 9am after being up an hour. BP 119/75 with pulse 73. 108/72 71