Friday, December 19, 2003

A Journal from Austin, Texas.
A Project of LBFFP Stealth Publishing.

tennis pro at my club with friend...guess who?

cold turkey

When one has gotten better with a little help from the pill friends, one has to know when to cold turkey.

JUST TYPING

You can never really know.
What difference the drugs make.
Everything depends on everything else.
Less is more.
More or less.

Food Diary.

breakfast

nothing

lunch

Product 19 and 2% milk.

snacks

ten pieces of that damned fruit pectin candy
a small chocolate with peppermint cookie
a little bit of goat cheese
Echinecea tea with teaspoon of sugar

dinner

well I had party food: stuffed mushrooms and tur-duck-en and baked brie with jam and roast beef and horseradish and chicken lizzies
not to mention egg nog and red wine

Today I
- wasn't very hungry but the food at that party was good
- ate candies and a cookie...sigh.

Time flies....

I stayed in bed until after eight! I babysat the house and messed with my WEB page while FFP went to get a haircut. We thought the guys were going to come build the shower pan. Then I went to Central Market. It's always an experience especially this time of year. But I really beat the crowds. When I was leaving an elderly woman got out of the car her husband was driving and helped me put my bags in the car and took my cart so her husband could have the parking place.

"It's our first time," she said. "We are looking for ristas."

"Well, they have lots of peppers but I don't know if they have ristas." I said.

At home I found the contractor looking around and I talked to him and put away groceries. I got off to the club. I haven't been in the gym since Sunday and I haven't done anything strenous in two days. After a short workout, I head home and have some cereal. I'd considered have a steam and shower at the club but I change my mind.

I try to call my dad but he isn't home and so I try his friends' house. He isn't there either but I talk to the woman about a trip that Dad is proposing to take. Which sets me to looking at a few flights online

FFP reminds me of a 'thank you' card I need to make and, of course, I take too much trouble with it. Finally I get around to the pile of papers in my office. It's much smaller than before. When I attack it, though, I keep gettting distracted. I phone someone. I consider phoning someone else. I start reading an old Science Times section and decide to put a book on my Amazon wish list. Amazon tells me that more than 365,000 people have shopped there in the last hour and that people who bought the book I'm interested in also bought wireless cards for notebooks, Fleetwood Mac and Elton John. All those people shopping and they have time to tell me that.

There was time spent this afternoon looking over closing papers for the building (wouldn't it be great if this goes through?) and watching out for FedEx who was delivering some great cheese. (I declared one bit a present for Dad, one for FFP and one for me but you know who will eat most of it.)

We went to a very pleasant party with good food, potent egg nog and a view of Lake Austin. At this event I met a young man who was the son of someone I went to school with...and his face haunted me because it was like my friend, young again, had shown up. I couldn't bring myself to take his picture (although I shot a few digitals of other people) because it was so spooky.

Reading.

As Eagles Screamed on the bike. It's fun reading about things from one guy's perspective.

Old newspapers wherein I learned that Rye whiskey was making a comeback and some of today's newspapers wherein I learned that the use of small 'non lethal' amounts of poison is growing in favor.

nada

Exercise

thirty minutes on recumbent bike
some abs and lower back exercises

It's a Tangled
Web we weave...these
days of our lives.

One year ago
"I write most of this day's entry but my machine crashes and I've failed to save it."

Two years ago

"Tomorrow, I'm on vacation. Will I use it wisely? Get my life in order, visit with friends, plan my New York vacation thoroughly, catch up on all my projects, clean out the closets? No, probably not. But maybe I'll do some things."