The Visible Woman...November 24, 2003

I knew I had to pack, prepare things to go to Dallas and contribute to a Thanksgiving dinner (which meant shopping for food). I knew that the remodeling contractor said he was going to take rock off the outside wall. I knew I should pack and mail the Capresso machine back and would have to call their service one more time with a question. And that while I was at pack and mail, I should have some stuff for my sister packed and mailed. I knew I wanted to go out to eat with my buddy SuRu.

I didn't know: the service number for Capresso would be busy over and over, that FFP would need a little help with a WEB project (though not much, as it turned out). I didn't know someone would call me long distance and e-mail me and attachment to sort for them. I didn't know the contractor would come by and want to tear out the bathroom TODAY. (That didn't happen but we will be ready for them to start tomorrow.) I didn't know that I would forget to take my sister's address to the mailing store and have to call around to get the ZIP code. (A nice conversation with one of my nieces ensued.) I didn't know my uncle would call and ask me to go to Lammes and buy some presents. It was a weird day. It's a mind-blower to try to make stuff in a motel kitchenette or someone else's kitchen so I tried to get stuff sort of ready and packed so it could be taken in an ice chest and all. I was up to my ears in all this stuff and then I was trying to move the last bits out of the bedroom and bathroom so we could be finished tomorrow morning. Packing was harder than usual, too, because all the suitcases and the packing things are in the storage room.

So I was blowing and going all day until I went to Fonda with SuRu. We relaxed and talked. Then I buzzed around some more packing but figured...I can finish in the morning. I have a few hours. I probably want get a workout, though. Sigh.

toys once frolicked on my work desk...when I worked and now they are given away or packed away and there is still too dang much stuff to put somewhere if we move out of the bedroom and bath	what a day! This has to be the weirdest day since I retired. I knew I had to pack, prepare things to go to Dallas and contribute to a Thanksgiving dinner (which meant shopping for food). I knew that the remodeling contractor said he was going to take rock off the outside wall. I knew I should pack and mail the Capresso machine back and would have to call their service one more time with a question. And that while I was at pack and mail, I should have some stuff for my sister packed and mailed. I knew I wanted to go out to eat with my buddy SuRu. I didn't know: the service number for Capresso would be busy over and over, that FFP would need a little help with a WEB project (though not much, as it turned out). I didn't know someone would call me long distance and e-mail me and attachment to sort for them. I didn't know the contractor would come by and want to tear out the bathroom TODAY. (That didn't happen but we will be ready for them to start tomorrow.) I didn't know that I would forget to take my sister's address to the mailing store and have to call around to get the ZIP code. (A nice conversation with one of my nieces ensued.) I didn't know my uncle would call and ask me to go to Lammes and buy some presents. It was a weird day. It's a mind-blower to try to make stuff in a motel kitchenette or someone else's kitchen so I tried to get stuff sort of ready and packed so it could be taken in an ice chest and all. I was up to my ears in all this stuff and then I was trying to move the last bits out of the bedroom and bathroom so we could be finished tomorrow morning. Packing was harder than usual, too, because all the suitcases and the packing things are in the storage room. So I was blowing and going all day until I went to Fonda with SuRu. We relaxed and talked. Then I buzzed around some more packing but figured...I can finish in the morning. I have a few hours. I probably want get a workout, though. Sigh.
JUST TYPING Phone rings. Doorbell rings. Lists and lists. What if I really had a lot of really important stuff to do?
		Food Diary. *breakfast* banana, three slice turkey bacon *lunch* nothing *snacks* some tofu no egg salad...about three tablespoons full a bite or two of dip to taste it *dinner* carne asada (which includes beef, napolitos, black beans, guacamole and a mole poblano enchilada with cheese) Negro Modelo a few chips and salsa Today I - didn't have time to eat much until dinner - felt pretty hungry when the time came and the beer buzzed me - didn't have as many chips as usual
		Time flies.... I actually got to the gym pretty early and had a good workout. Good thing because the day was busy and I pretty well described it above. In the afternoon, we emptied the closets in our master bedroom. This had been coming for a while and a lot of things were already discarded or packed away. Still we found stuff for the thrift store, found some things I though lost for all time and were amazed once again at how many ties FFP has, how many shoes we have and how many pairs of jeans I actually own.

		Reading. Franklin and Winston: An Intimate Portrait of an Epic Friendship by Jon Meacham on bike.
		you are lookin' at it
		Exercise twenty minutes recumbent bike legs, back, bicep weight stuff twenty-one minutes on bike
	. .	Considering the surprises and interruptions and the inherent stress of remodeling...I did very, very well.
	It's a Tangled Web we weave...these days of our lives.	One year ago "So we go to BookStop and then go into Central Market 'to get a tomato and some of Forrest's favorite bread' and we leave with two tomatoes, his favorite bread, some other high-fiber bread, goat cheese cheddar, a box of Clementines, three bunches of green onions, a jar of Mom's Spaghetti Sauce, some cookies to give his parents and some little freebie paper." Two years ago "Now the Linksys works. But I don't have any idea what really happened here. As usual. And even if I did, I'd forget before I needed the info again."