The Visible Woman...September 25, 2003

Sometimes it's time to just toss stuff and not look back. You will be better for it.

When you know that you no longer want something, not really, there is still this little tingle of agony. A variety of questions pop up. Could I get some money for it? Did someone give it to me who would be disappointed to see it go into the trash or the sack for the thrift store? Will I be sorry and wish I had it again?

We disposed of a few things today. Old magazines. A joke present given to Forrest years ago. I discarded plaster impression of my teeth, done in 1976, many crowns ago. They were amusing and I suppose that if I went missing they could provide important forensic evidence. But so could the dentist. I tossed them. I'm getting better and better at discarding things. The house is still choc-a-bloc with things that I can't answer these simple questions about. But it's a start.

Thursday, September 25, 2003

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

Dad reads all these books to me	cleaning out Sometimes it's time to just toss stuff and not look back. You will be better for it. When you know that you no longer want something, not really, there is still this little tingle of agony. A variety of questions pop up. Could I get some money for it? Did someone give it to me who would be disappointed to see it go into the trash or the sack for the thrift store? Will I be sorry and wish I had it again? We disposed of a few things today. Old magazines. A joke present given to Forrest years ago. I discarded plaster impression of my teeth, done in 1976, many crowns ago. They were amusing and I suppose that if I went missing they could provide important forensic evidence. But so could the dentist. I tossed them. I'm getting better and better at discarding things. The house is still choc-a-bloc with things that I can't answer these simple questions about. But it's a start.
JUST TYPING Routines. Good to break. Good to return to.
		Food Diary. *breakfast* none lunch [North by Northwest] roast pork (five ounces? more?) wasabi mashers red cabbage *dinner* can of smoked oysters about a dozen crackers mustard cheddar cheese (two ounces?) a Miller Lite *snack* some Puffins dry cereal (2 cups?) Easting all wrong and too much. So, what else is new?
		Time flies.... Had a lunch date. Sorted through old magazines and carried sacks of them to the curb.

		Reading. Two Sides of the Beach by Edmund Blandford. Read on bike. Attacked some of the stacks of papers, too.
		Well, I'm trying to catch up the journal with limited success.
		Exercise thirty minutes on recumbent bike One set of lower body stuff except the abductor/inductor (which is broken). I usually do two sets of the stuff and I usually do two sets of arm stuff. I was in a hurry because I tarried to long before going to the club and I had a lunch date.
	.	One thing I like about being away from home is that you escape the reality of your junk.