The Visible Woman...November 8, 2003

Errands. Chores. The things that just have to be done.

Today was full of them. I did my regularly daily workout. Did errands. Made backups of things. Cleaned up the kitchen, ran the dishwasher, emptied it. Attacked the newspaper stack and other piles of things in need of sorting and filing while CDs burned. It was pleasant and the fact that I kept adding things to a little 'to do' list in front of my computer didn't bother me in the least. I think I would have gotten tons of stuff done if we hadn't gone out to party with friends from 5:30 until nearly midnight.

Well, errands and chores and sorting tasks multiply and regenerate themselves. One thing leads to another. Tomorrow the ones I didn't get to will still be there although sometimes if you wait long enough they become unnecessary. Tomorrow I'll need another workout, we will dirty dishes, bring in a stack of new papers. Find more shopping that is needed.

And tomorrow it may overwhelme me. But today...I'm OK with life being a series of chores and errands.

. Rebecca plays...a part of her several week Farewell Austin tour "Partir, c'est mourir un peu." French Proverb	errands and chores We all do them. How efficiently or willingly is the question. Errands. Chores. The things that just have to be done. Today was full of them. I did my regularly daily workout. Did errands. Made backups of things. Cleaned up the kitchen, ran the dishwasher, emptied it. Attacked the newspaper stack and other piles of things in need of sorting and filing while CDs burned. It was pleasant and the fact that I kept adding things to a little 'to do' list in front of my computer didn't bother me in the least. I think I would have gotten tons of stuff done if we hadn't gone out to party with friends from 5:30 until nearly midnight. Well, errands and chores and sorting tasks multiply and regenerate themselves. One thing leads to another. Tomorrow the ones I didn't get to will still be there although sometimes if you wait long enough they become unnecessary. Tomorrow I'll need another workout, we will dirty dishes, bring in a stack of new papers. Find more shopping that is needed. And tomorrow it may overwhelme me. But today...I'm OK with life being a series of chores and errands.
JUST TYPING Things do change. Different arrangements and piles. People leaving your life for a while. New people appearing. Change. Parting. Returning. A cycle. A comfort.
		Food Diary. *breakfast* nothing *lunch* mixed green salad with green onions, tomatoes, Jalapeno Ranch dressing some chips about six ounces of salmon with capers and some no-fat Tartar sauce a mini Snickers *snacks* a piece of Provolone cheese some swiss cheese, some Brie, some green onions, some pepperconi, some pickled okra, two or three dolmas, smoked salmon, crackers, sugared pecans, a few nuts, some savory cheese biscuits (a lot of these), several small glasses of red wine, a glass of champagne, two coffees spiked with an ounce of liquour *dinner* just snacks...and lots of them Today I didn't - feel full until I'd really stuffed my face at lunch (only having a piece of provolone before 1PM will do that) - have much will power over party snacks and alchohol during the six hours of partying...surely it sounds worse than it was?
		Time flies.... We slept in. Until 8:30! By the time I'd wrestled around, discovered that the Capresso had quit working and tried to fix it and such and gotten back to the house and showered it was 11:30. We went to do errands (get dog pills for fleas and heartworm, pick up and take cleaning, buy FFP new athletic shoes and me some rash shirts, buy some groceries) and it was 1PM. We had lunch and I attacked chores...cleaning up dishes, sorting and filing, making CD backups. I didn't get far with it but I felt good about it. Odd how that works. I think sometimes you just realize that you don't get done you just get on with it.

		Reading. Finished Paris in Mind ed. by Jennifer Lee on the bike and started Daybook, The Journal of an Artist by Anne Truitt. This is a fine book to read to peer into the mind of an artist. I will probably incorporate some of the insights into an essay...perhaps tomorrow's. Maybe.
		this and only this
		Exercise just over an hour on the recumbent bike
	. .	Felt up to the task of all the things I want and need to do for some reason. The dog's continued apparent but unexplained illness and the breakdown of the Capresso and the rainy cold weather didn't change that. Funny that.
	It's a Tangled Web we weave...these days of our lives.	One year ago "SuRu had on shoes that looked like a Gustav Klimt painting." Two years ago "I'd like to give everyone the tools to deal with uncertainity. The gift of being able to understand other points of view. The pleasure of thinking for oneself." An Interesting Link The construction of the new Blanton Museum at MLK and Congress gives us a WEBCAM to check out campus traffic.