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There was a time, long ago, when
I was armed (with toy guns) and booted and wearing an odd hat indeed.
People are what they are, I guess. I cropped my sister out of this. She
was wearing a poodle skirt, I swear.
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a sense of time passing
I don't know about the people who
do a journal entry 'once in a while' but when you are devoted to doing
one every single day...it certainly gives you a sense of time passing.
Today I had the sense
of time passing, passing so fast that I can never catch up. Funerals
do that. Beling around relatives and in-laws who are getting older and
older does that. Keeping a journal does that. Every time I have to add
a new month calendar or up the day's date, it exacerbates the sense
of time passing in a way that just going to bed at night and getting
up in the morning does not.
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 JUST
TYPING
Type Monday.
Type Tuesday.
Typing away days.
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Food Diary.
About 12pm
[Manuel's]
spinach enchiladas, a little beans and rice, lotta, lotta chips
About 7:30pm
[St. Martin's Wine Bistro, Dallas, Texas]
foie gras
duck
Rich, rich dishes and they didn't seem as good as the last time I had
them here.
Two glasses of Pinot Noir.
My weight seems to be stable which is good except that
I'd like to lose more and I'm exercising a lot so if I quit that...perish
the thought.
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Time flies....
I got a early start on exercising
so I'd have time to get ready, get packed, pick up my dad, get some lunch,
get to the funeral.
Driving to Dallas takes three and
a half hours. We made a smooth trip, however. We located my aunt in her
new retirement apartment and we went out to dinner with folks.
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Reading.
Finished Jules Verne's Paris
in the Twentieth Centry. It's a bit of fluff but interesting and it
does make one want to go to Paris and to read some French authors.
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I wrote in
my paper journal, didn't I?
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Exercise
Recumbent bike, one hour and two
minutes.
Ab exercises.
Stretches.
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Mood was
sabotaged by the sense of life slipping away.
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Tuesday,
September 2,
2003
