The Visible Woman...September 7, 2003

Sometimes you just have to take a little more time than usual in doing things. Just because.

Everything took longer today. I was in slow motion in the morning. Had a late night last night. It was Sunday morning and I knew I didn't have any serious obligations. I finally got to the club and got through some exercise. My sore back slowed me down, too.

When I was at Dad's, packing things up, I kind of moved slowly from room to room, deciding what to take to my sister's house, deciding how to pack it, picking some things to give the little kids, things to give away to friends and other family. I watched some of the U.S. Open Men's Final on TVs in a couple of the rooms.

When I came home from Dad's I moved in slow motion, too. I think it's my sore back or maybe I've just entered a too contemplative mood.

Sunday, September 7, 2003

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

me, 1982, the first computer we owned, a Vector Graphic Z80 running CP/M with no hard drive (two 5.25 floppies) and a daisy wheel printer	taking the time Sometimes you just have to take a little more time than usual in doing things. Just because. Everything took longer today. I was in slow motion in the morning. Had a late night last night. It was Sunday morning and I knew I didn't have any serious obligations. I finally got to the club and got through some exercise. My sore back slowed me down, too. When I was at Dad's, packing things up, I kind of moved slowly from room to room, deciding what to take to my sister's house, deciding how to pack it, picking some things to give the little kids, things to give away to friends and other family. I watched some of the U.S. Open Men's Final on TVs in a couple of the rooms. When I came home from Dad's I moved in slow motion, too. I think it's my sore back or maybe I've just entered a too contemplative mood.
JUST TYPING You can't stretch time. But you can stretch the time you spend on things. Dawdling over them. Looking at them from all the angles.
		Food Diary. *About 2pm* a small portion of Michaelangelo's eggplant parmesan and a large salad of carrots, spinach, lettuces, broccoli, green onions, tomato, cheese and low fat dressing *About 7-8:30pm* cheese, chips, carrots, green onions and a Miller Lite My, my, what a diet.
		Time flies.... The first thing I knew it was three o'clock. I got up kind of late and immediately started doing stuff like spilling water on the night table and bumbling around. I wrote e-mails and journal entries. Soon it was 11:30 and I was just getting to the club. I didn't return until 1:30 and then I had to eat and shower and clean up the kitchen. I didn't get to Dad's until about four and I spent a couple of hours packing stuff and watching the U.S. Open Men's Final. I didn't get home until almost seven. The evening...was just TV...Timothy Bottoms pretending to be George W. Bush and Sex in the City and such.

		Reading. Still reading a collection of The New Yorker Profiles. Barishnokov (sp?), Isadora Duncan, Henry Luce. Great collection of The New Yorker stuff. Finished abridged version of Amy Tan's The Bonesetter's Daughter on tapes in the car. Read a bit of The New York Times. Sunday edition and other papers.
		The journal is becoming more of an obsession. I am nearing the end of a full year of entries. It almost feels like an accomplishment!
		Exercise Thirty minutes on the recumbent bike. Stretching and ab exercises. Lower body exercises. (Abductor/Inductor machine broken.) Lower back exercises. Thirty minutes on the recumbent bike.
		I am still fighting this nagging lower back ache. 115/76 79