The Visible Woman...November 30, 2003

When you have a whole, completely empty day on the calendar...somehow nothing gets done.

Ain't it funny how time slips away? Indeed. Not to belabor an old country song by Willie about how lovers move on but promises to oneself don't amount amount to much either. (In the song the ex-lover apparently promised to love the guy "until the end of time" but also promised that "in time" he'd pay so maybe it was not entirely her fault.)

There was nothing on the calendar. This is surprisingly rare in and of itself. And even when the little calendar we keep seems blank, we often have obligations that we know of or that crop up.

So, I figured I'd do all the things I needed to do. Calculate the family budget results for November, deal with the mound of newspapers in my office, finish an elaborate 60th birthday card for my sister. catch up this journal...yeah I'll do all those things.

But, actually...I got involved in a futile task with an old dead computer, lollygagged at the gym, took a wander on campus with FFP looking at things in Harry Ransom like James Joyce's matrix for Ulysses. I read some and I watched mindless TV like King of the Hill.

Yeah, time slips away all right whether you are making good use of it or not.

destruction 101	nothing to do, nothing gets done When you have a whole, completely empty day on the calendar...somehow nothing gets done. Ain't it funny how time slips away? Indeed. Not to belabor an old country song by Willie about how lovers move on but promises to oneself don't amount amount to much either. (In the song the ex-lover apparently promised to love the guy "until the end of time" but also promised that "in time" he'd pay so maybe it was not entirely her fault.) There was nothing on the calendar. This is surprisingly rare in and of itself. And even when the little calendar we keep seems blank, we often have obligations that we know of or that crop up. So, I figured I'd do all the things I needed to do. Calculate the family budget results for November, deal with the mound of newspapers in my office, finish an elaborate 60th birthday card for my sister. catch up this journal...yeah I'll do all those things. But, actually...I got involved in a futile task with an old dead computer, lollygagged at the gym, took a wander on campus with FFP looking at things in Harry Ransom like James Joyce's matrix for Ulysses. I read some and I watched mindless TV like King of the Hill. Yeah, time slips away all right whether you are making good use of it or not.
JUST TYPING The day yawns. Then you do. Yawn, that is. Somehow a schedule. Can produce something. Blank day? Blank stare.
		Food Diary. *breakfast* nothing *lunch* Four slices turkey bacon Spinach, other greens, salad dressing, onions, cheese, dry cereal *snacks* queso and chips root beer (but not together) *dinner* I'm not sure...maybe a pimento cheese sandwich? Today I - was dying for a Root Beer when we were at a coffee shop so I had one.
		Time flies.... I wasted the morning because I could, fooling with stuff on my old WIN98 machine that won't quite boot properly because the hard drive is weird. Finally I did work out and I was going to get after my 'to do' list but FFP had a better offer...a walk around the campus area, a visit to a coffee shop and a stroll through the Harry Ransom Center. At home, snacking and reading and watching TV seemed my due. Why, I don't know. I'm useless.

		Reading. read something on the bike...probablyFranklin and Winston: An Intimate Portrait of an Epic Friendship.by Jon Meacham on bike.
		nothing
		Exercise recumbent bike back, shoulder, legs
	. .	Good mood but bit of an upset stomach.
	It's a Tangled Web we weave...these days of our lives.	One year ago "A railroad right of way I used to use as a shortcut is now a hike and bike trail. Chains have moved in over some of the classic shops." Two years ago "I did once visit South Street Seaport. I don't remember exactly when or with whom. It may have been with a co-worker in 1986. The WTC wasn't really much on my radar. It defined the skyline and, now that the towers are gone, they are everywhere I look. ."