The Visible Woman...November 23, 2003

We always believe we will be the 'young ones.' As long as FFP and I have some older parents, it will be true, too.

Our elders give us perspective. When I'm around my father-in-law, I feel young and spry. His knee doesn't work too well, he can't here and can't see well. He will be ninety-three tomorrow. So that's natural. If you live that long, things will break down.

But. I know I'm aging, too. I see more and more gray hair. I'm having to struggle against the bent posture of an old woman. (Some would say I've always had bad posture and they would be right, too.) Sometimes things ache. I don't hear or see like I used to do.

We all get older. But as long as I have Dad and my in-laws ahead of me (and, for that matter my sister who will be sixty in a couple of weeks) I can be the youngster. Hurray for that.

even the old felt young once	aging We always believe we will be the 'young ones.' As long as FFP and I have some older parents, it will be true, too. Our elders give us perspective. When I'm around my father-in-law, I feel young and spry. His knee doesn't work too well, he can't here and can't see well. He will be ninety-three tomorrow. So that's natural. If you live that long, things will break down. But. I know I'm aging, too. I see more and more gray hair. I'm having to struggle against the bent posture of an old woman. (Some would say I've always had bad posture and they would be right, too.) Sometimes things ache. I don't hear or see like I used to do. We all get older. But as long as I have Dad and my in-laws ahead of me (and, for that matter my sister who will be sixty in a couple of weeks) I can be the youngster. Hurray for that.
JUST TYPING Once I thought seventeen Was old Now it's Shockingly Young. Once I didn't know what it meant not to be young younger, youngest.
		Food Diary. *breakfast* none lunch [Westwood Country Club buffet] some salad with some Bleu Cheese dressing and a couple of homemade cheese crackers a cheese crepe (this was mysteriously sweet like a cinnamon roll) a single eggs benedict some asparagus with lemon some cheese and crackers a couple of tiny macaroon things snacks [a very sad little Christmas party] two tiny shishkebabs with a little meat and tomato a chunk of French bread with spinach artichoke dip *dinner* two glasses Pinot Noir one large bun with butter part of a tiny shrimp app (one shrimp?) and part of a fois gras terrine (also small but rich) black drum with garnish of greens and such Today I - didn't take a cinnamon roll or any bacon at the buffet(except of course the Canadian bacon in the Eggs Benedict), although I was tempted - eat the second piece of bread they put on my plate at Zoot - have a drink after we got home
		Time flies.... I got up around seven. I knew I needed to go to the club soon if I was going to get it done before time to clean up for the birthday brunch. Still, I fooled around, drinking reheated coffee and finishing yesterday's journal. I cut down on the bicycle riding and had plenty of time to fool around after I got home. But fool around I did, accomplishing nothing much and then it was time to shower and go to brunch. After brunch I mostly sat in my chair, kept an eye on Pro football and read most of the Sunday papers. I did fool around on the computer a little (including rescuing a few more files from my ailing WIN98 machine) and made a list of things I need to do for my Dallas trip. We went to this ill-conceived Christmas party in a tent on a cold night with minimal food and cash bar and a fortuneteller who didn't predict anything but just did numerology on your name and birthday. They were having entertainment and auctioning off stuff like a dog but we'd seen The Flaming Idiots and so we went to Zoot and ate a light meal (really) and went home to watch TV (Law and Order) and read papers. Got to sleep fairly early.

		Reading. Franklin and Winston: An Intimate Portrait of an Epic Friendship by Jon Meacham on bike. D-Day looms where I'm reading and the health of these two main characters declines. most of the Sunday newspapers
		you are lookin' at it
		Exercise twenty-one minutes recumbent bike chest, shoulder, tricep exercises fifteen minutes on bike [I've noticed that I seem to be slipping on the amount of exercise. Will weight gain be the result? We shall see. I also note that last year at this time I was doing far less exercise.]
	. .	I'm a little anxious about getting ready to go to Dallas, but I was in a pretty good mood today. My digestion was a little off, but nothing serious.
	It's a Tangled Web we weave...these days of our lives.	One year ago "When I get home FFP has fried some catfish for himself and makes a catfish sandwich. I eat the fish he has left, drink a soda. Later I have some cheese and chips while watching TV. Yes, I have a terrible diet." Two years ago "Did you know that if you lived in North Korea, you would have almost a 1 in 10 chance of dying? Not ever. Each year. Yep, we have lots to be thankful for. More food is wasted during this feast than those ten people have to eat in a week. When we turn on the tap, hot and cold pure water runs out. I always marvel at that."