The Visible Woman...August 26, 2003

For some reason I seemed to be in a rush today. But, really, I didn't have that much pressing stuff to do.

Sometimes you just feel really rushed. Not at all relaxed and calm and carefully considering what you are doing.

I kept thinking that I really, really had to do something or decide something right now. But I didn't. I mean, my mother-in-law needed a copy made so she could argue with her doctors and Medicare. And that was, really, the only thing that was pressing. Sure, I have a lot to do to get ready to go to Denver in a few weeks and take things to my family there. But I'd already decided not to work on it today. Instead to get organized around here.

So...I don't know what the rush was. But I felt it. All day. We had these movie tickets in the AGLIFF at 7:15, too, and the theater is way out in South Austin so I figured we'd have to get off early to get there in the traffic.

Also, the U.S. Open (tennis, silly, I hate golf) started yesterday and I've yet to read or watch any except for the special section from The New York Times. It makes me anxious to know there is all that tennis and I'm not watching it. Silly. I know.

I also felt the need to write some e-mails to people, to ask them this and that and tell them the other. Why, I don't know. Just felt it was urgent but it wasn't.

Tuesday, August 26, 2003

A Journal from Austin, Texas. A Project of LBFFP Stealth Publishing.
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Mom and Dad on an outing...before they married in 1941	a dead run For some reason I seemed to be in a rush today. But, really, I didn't have that much pressing stuff to do. Sometimes you just feel really rushed. Not at all relaxed and calm and carefully considering what you are doing. I kept thinking that I really, really had to do something or decide something right now. But I didn't. I mean, my mother-in-law needed a copy made so she could argue with her doctors and Medicare. And that was, really, the only thing that was pressing. Sure, I have a lot to do to get ready to go to Denver in a few weeks and take things to my family there. But I'd already decided not to work on it today. Instead to get organized around here. So...I don't know what the rush was. But I felt it. All day. We had these movie tickets in the AGLIFF at 7:15, too, and the theater is way out in South Austin so I figured we'd have to get off early to get there in the traffic. Also, the U.S. Open (tennis, silly, I hate golf) started yesterday and I've yet to read or watch any except for the special section from The New York Times. It makes me anxious to know there is all that tennis and I'm not watching it. Silly. I know. I also felt the need to write some e-mails to people, to ask them this and that and tell them the other. Why, I don't know. Just felt it was urgent but it wasn't.
JUST TYPING In a rush. Adrenline. Pulse rate up. Going nowhere.
		Food Diary. *About 12:30pm* Four pieces of turkey bacon. Grapefruit (one whole). Boiled egg. *About 5pm* A big salad with spinach, carrots, cottage cheese, cheese, onions and a slice of smoked turkey with some kind of lowfat dressing with ginger and soy.) About 6:15pm [Logan's Roadhouse, I think it was, some chain] A 16 ounce draft Shiner Bock and half of a plate of 'Enormous Nachos' except we left the sour cream mostly. *About 9:30pm* About an ounce of ginger liqueur. Wow...it's fun to have beer and nachos. But I should eat a better diet.
		Time flies.... There were all these 'little' things to do today. Go get something from FFP's mom, make a copy, return it. Check on something at the building. Grab a shower before the maid took over the house. Get things a little more tidy in this office. (I keep bringing things home from Dad's house...pictures to salvage out of old crumbling albums and such and complicating my own cleanup.) I had to do some e-mailing, I decided to make a plane reservation for a trip to DC in January. I had to print some things for Forrest. Nothing really but it added up to a day.

		Reading. Finished From the Journals of M.F.K. Fisher. Picking a new book is always a difficulty. I considered a collection of New Yorker profiles but settled on a book FFP gave me for my birthday: Mr. Wilson's Cabinet of Wonder by Lawrence Weschler.
		There just wasn't time for anything but the journal.
		Exercise Thirty minutes recumbent bike. Upper body (chest, back, shoulders) exercises. Twenty of those things where you slowly lower your legs off the bench...for the lower abs. Twenty minutes on bike.
		I felt good and strong today. But then I almost always do.