The Visible Woman...October 3, 2003

It couldn't have started better. A beautiful, cool sunny day. A nice tennis court and somehow affable to play with. Then a nice short workout in the gym. After a shower, I lunched outside with a friend. It was pleasant, all pleasant.

I went to a couple of stores. I had in mind to possibly buy a rasher shirt for the pool on cool days. (The pool is heated but your shoulders get cool they tell me.) Rooster Andrews didn't have them. I was too lazy to go to Oshman's or Academy. I had in mind to see how expensive those plastic racks to hold glasses were. I thought I might store some of the glassware in my bar during the remodel. Besides I always wanted to shop Ace Restaurant Supply. It was interesting but the racks were too expensive. Besides I've decided to move the bar and just leave the glassware in it and hope it survives the banging. But, it is interesting what they have for sale there.

When I got home my mood declined. I felt a little headachey and hungry and sleepy. I was hungry even though I'd had a sandwich (Queen B) at Avenue B Grocery which should have satisfied. I kept snacking in an attempt to feel better. (Stupid.) I even had a candy bar, for heaven's sake.

When it was time to dress for the Ballet fete, I was sleepy and I was out of sorts about my after five wear. I finally got dressed and settled on something but it I wasn't all that happy. Then I thought I'd have a drink or two and all would be well. And, actually, I hate to admit it but the drinks helped me through it. My seat companion at dinner told me about his trip to Southern Africa. I enjoyed that. I was less enthusiastic about disco dancing in my black velvet pants that didn't fit right. I new something new for after five or else I need to just wear a tuxedo from now on and get over it. Although I'm not sure I have a tuxedo that fits to suit me either. I need to go through all the after five stuff and do weed the stuff out and settle on a couple of outfits to wear until someone says "Oh, you are wearing that again." Yeah, that has happened to me. I still have that top. I should wear it soon and see if anyone notices I wore it about five years ago! And, no, I'm not sad that Susan Dell is closing her shop and no, I won't be seeking her out for a private fitting. However, I would like something custom-made for after five. Not a dress with décolletage (though I like same on other women, certain ones who should wear such things) but a tasteful pant and top(s) that fit well and are comfortable. I have trouble getting clothes that fit. I have a bunch of business wear (blazers, pants, a couple of skirts) that are custom-made. Blouses, too. I can get men's jeans and slacks and shirts to sort of work. But after five stuff is a bitch. Hence, the tux idea which I have pretty well worn out on the Austin community.

So anyway the fete was very festive. There were boas and cotton candy and there was disco dancing. But I was officially out of sorts. Feeling physically and mentally just a little off.

Friday, October 3, 2003

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

old tickets	somehow it went south The day really started out to be lovely but it went somewhere else, somehow. It couldn't have started better. A beautiful, cool sunny day. A nice tennis court and somehow affable to play with. Then a nice short workout in the gym. After a shower, I lunched outside with a friend. It was pleasant, all pleasant. I went to a couple of stores. I had in mind to possibly buy a rasher shirt for the pool on cool days. (The pool is heated but your shoulders get cool they tell me.) Rooster Andrews didn't have them. I was too lazy to go to Oshman's or Academy. I had in mind to see how expensive those plastic racks to hold glasses were. I thought I might store some of the glassware in my bar during the remodel. Besides I always wanted to shop Ace Restaurant Supply. It was interesting but the racks were too expensive. Besides I've decided to move the bar and just leave the glassware in it and hope it survives the banging. But, it is interesting what they have for sale there. When I got home my mood declined. I felt a little headachey and hungry and sleepy. I was hungry even though I'd had a sandwich (Queen B) at Avenue B Grocery which should have satisfied. I kept snacking in an attempt to feel better. (Stupid.) I even had a candy bar, for heaven's sake. When it was time to dress for the Ballet fete, I was sleepy and I was out of sorts about my after five wear. I finally got dressed and settled on something but it I wasn't all that happy. Then I thought I'd have a drink or two and all would be well. And, actually, I hate to admit it but the drinks helped me through it. My seat companion at dinner told me about his trip to Southern Africa. I enjoyed that. I was less enthusiastic about disco dancing in my black velvet pants that didn't fit right. I new something new for after five or else I need to just wear a tuxedo from now on and get over it. Although I'm not sure I have a tuxedo that fits to suit me either. I need to go through all the after five stuff and do weed the stuff out and settle on a couple of outfits to wear until someone says "Oh, you are wearing that again." Yeah, that has happened to me. I still have that top. I should wear it soon and see if anyone notices I wore it about five years ago! And, no, I'm not sad that Susan Dell is closing her shop and no, I won't be seeking her out for a private fitting. However, I would like something custom-made for after five. Not a dress with décolletage (though I like same on other women, certain ones who should wear such things) but a tasteful pant and top(s) that fit well and are comfortable. I have trouble getting clothes that fit. I have a bunch of business wear (blazers, pants, a couple of skirts) that are custom-made. Blouses, too. I can get men's jeans and slacks and shirts to sort of work. But after five stuff is a bitch. Hence, the tux idea which I have pretty well worn out on the Austin community. So anyway the fete was very festive. There were boas and cotton candy and there was disco dancing. But I was officially out of sorts. Feeling physically and mentally just a little off.
JUST TYPING Your mood. Goes up. Must come down. You can't feel better. Without having a bump. I was thinking. "I feel good all the time." But, of course, you can't.
		Food Diary. *breakfast* banana lunch [Avenue B Grocery] Queen B sandwich do not hold the mayo *snack*s some pimento cheese and carrots and later...an Almond Joy bar (220 calories for those keeping score) and later...some chips, salsa, cheese and green onions dinner [Ballet Fete] a couple of Bourbon and waters and a sip or two of red wine Some hors d'ouevres...a couple of little salmon roll things a salad and a little bread and butter chicken and lobster roulade with a lobster sauce and mashed sweet potatoes and asparagus People talk about dieting all the time, I notice. They were passing around little cotton candy samples on silver trays. It seemed messy to me and after eating everything in sight all day, I didn't want any. But the Adkins diet people were bemoaning that they couldn't have it. I think about what I eat (mostly ruefully) and actually write it down here but I don't go on diets anymore, not really. I don't just eat cheese (shut up) or eschew carbs or fat (certainly not). I don't stop drinking. I don't stop anything. I have lost 25 pounds in the last year, though. Because of exercise alone, I think.
		Time flies.... I didn't get much done on the project of getting the stuff out of the way of the remodel today. I thought about it a little, though, measuring how we could cram furniture into other rooms to avoid renting a storage unit.

		Reading. Two Sides of the Beach by Edmund Blandford.
		Nothing. Well, this journal, of course.
		Exercise Two sets of tennis, about an hour. (6-2, 5-2) Thirty minutes on bike. Some ab work.
	.	You know...it's amazing how healthy I feel. But today the digestion was off, I felt a little headachy. Didn't take anything, though. Except food and alcohol. My mood really varied between low and fine, actually, all in one day.