The Visible Woman...December 3, 2003

The frame carpenter said to me today, while discarding pieces of the house, "You don't have to worry about your house falling down."

He was, of course, referring to the old construction. So, if I were given to worry, I could still worry since they were ripping out my old, solid construction and going at it with nail guns.

Still. Why worry after all? This house has stood for fifty years and stood up to some remodeling and will stand somewhat longer. But nothing is forever.

We only think things last a long time because some things do, relative to us. Then you read about all the things in history that are just lost. And you think of the millions of years before man and the millions that will probably pass after man.

No, I'm not going to worry. Really. About my house falling down or anything else.

a new shape comes into being	don't worry The frame carpenter said to me today, while discarding pieces of the house, "You don't have to worry about your house falling down." He was, of course, referring to the old construction. So, if I were given to worry, I could still worry since they were ripping out my old, solid construction and going at it with nail guns. Still. Why worry after all? This house has stood for fifty years and stood up to some remodeling and will stand somewhat longer. But nothing is forever. We only think things last a long time because some things do, relative to us. Then you read about all the things in history that are just lost. And you think of the millions of years before man and the millions that will probably pass after man. No, I'm not going to worry. Really. About my house falling down or anything else.
JUST TYPING Don't worry. Easily said. But somehow we manufacture. The worry stuff. In our heads. We just do. And nobody can really stop us. And isn't it, after all. The worry that makes us do something. Anything at all.
		Food Diary. *breakfast* nothing *lunch* pimento cheese sandwich with spinach and white onion carrots pickle *snacks* none *dinner* good-sized pork chop with parsnips, apples, greens and a wine-based sauce two glasses of wine thin small slice of bread and butter Today I - didn't snack.
		Time flies.... I spent time figuring stuff out with the contractor and peeking at things that were going on here and there. I spent over an hour in the gym. I went out to eat with a friend and we lingered. I sat and read my book and papers. I also tried to catch up this journal. Sigh.

		Reading. Warmly Inscribed by Lawrence and Nancy Goldstone is a small, fun book and is going fast. The copy I have was purchased at a discount place and is a sort of remaindered reject probably. It has a felt-marker stripe on the top of the pages. A sure sign that this book isn't collectible. How funny is that?
		I almost caught up with the journal and it almost feels like writing sometimes.
		Exercise forty minutes on bike abs and lower back twenty minutes on treadmill
	. .	I felt pretty good physically but I'm having a few stomach problems. My dad is sick with some sort of upper respiratory problem. Glad I don't actually get sick. My stomach upsets are brief and not that bad and probably completely attributable to my diet!
	It's a Tangled Web we weave...these days of our lives.	One year ago "I really don't do much these days that is all that critical. Did I ever?" Two years ago "We all want to retire. We discuss whether we can retire when we can also draw a Social Security check. Whether there will be Social Security when we retire."