The Visible Woman...December 21, 2003

There is always reading going on. And an ongoing commentary between the readers, verbal and otherwise.

As all of my regular readers know...the house is full of books, magazines and newspapers at all times. While some of these always look neglected, there is always reading going on.

Forrest is usually in the middle of one or more books. I am, too. He keeps a supply of reading material in the car for the gym. Currently he is reading Joyce's Ulysses in an edition that came out a few years ago. He is using a matrix that is supposed to guide your reading that he picked up off the Internet.

FFP reads the newspapers usually on the day they arrive. We have an unspoken agreement that I won't move them from his easy access on the day they arrive and that he won't discard any into recycling...letting me get to them and put them in the paper bags for Friday pickup whenever I get around to it. Tonight I decided to look at the Sunday Times and Statesman on the day they arrived. When he got home from attending to his ballet duties, he asked where the New York Times magazine was. Of course, I knew because I had carefully separated today's papers from those older ones I was putting aside for recycling.

I almost never read the sports or stop on the Op Ed page. These are the first things FFP turns to, I think.

Forrest usually glances through the magazines when they arrive, possibly even reading a couple of articles. I rarely get to them. He will comment on an especially interesting article or story. Similarly he points out things he reads in the paper. However, I may point out something I find of interest to him days later when I happen to read that day's edition. I also clip things for friends that I think will interest them, particularly for one friend with an abiding interest in Berlin and another with an interest in dark chocolate.

When one of us picks up a book from the bookshelves, we often ask the other, "Have you read this?" If so, we get a little review.

Between us, we do at least scan a lot out of the reading material that comes our way and we get the benefit sometimes of a capsule review of the stuff we never get around to because the other household member does read it. It works out pretty well. Except for the mounds of newspaper and magazines and the towers of books threatening every space.

sometimes I long for simpler times	he reads, she reads There is always reading going on. And an ongoing commentary between the readers, verbal and otherwise. As all of my regular readers know...the house is full of books, magazines and newspapers at all times. While some of these always look neglected, there is always reading going on. Forrest is usually in the middle of one or more books. I am, too. He keeps a supply of reading material in the car for the gym. Currently he is reading Joyce's Ulysses in an edition that came out a few years ago. He is using a matrix that is supposed to guide your reading that he picked up off the Internet. FFP reads the newspapers usually on the day they arrive. We have an unspoken agreement that I won't move them from his easy access on the day they arrive and that he won't discard any into recycling...letting me get to them and put them in the paper bags for Friday pickup whenever I get around to it. Tonight I decided to look at the Sunday Times and Statesman on the day they arrived. When he got home from attending to his ballet duties, he asked where the New York Times magazine was. Of course, I knew because I had carefully separated today's papers from those older ones I was putting aside for recycling. I almost never read the sports or stop on the Op Ed page. These are the first things FFP turns to, I think. Forrest usually glances through the magazines when they arrive, possibly even reading a couple of articles. I rarely get to them. He will comment on an especially interesting article or story. Similarly he points out things he reads in the paper. However, I may point out something I find of interest to him days later when I happen to read that day's edition. I also clip things for friends that I think will interest them, particularly for one friend with an abiding interest in Berlin and another with an interest in dark chocolate. When one of us picks up a book from the bookshelves, we often ask the other, "Have you read this?" If so, we get a little review. Between us, we do at least scan a lot out of the reading material that comes our way and we get the benefit sometimes of a capsule review of the stuff we never get around to because the other household member does read it. It works out pretty well. Except for the mounds of newspaper and magazines and the towers of books threatening every space.
JUST TYPING Eyes scan words. Interpret. Comment. Internalize. Change?
		Food Diary. *breakfast* nothing lunch [Granite Cafe] fruit and a baby scone eggs benedict and cucumber salad tomato juice *snacks* six or seven tiny "pigs in a blanket" two glasses red wine three coconut macaroons a ham and cranberry sandwich on cornbread muffin six pieces of fruit pectin candy some goat cheese a little hot tofu dip some spicy sweet potato chips *dinner* just snacks Today I - didn't pay much attention to eating...just going out, partying, taking whatever.
		Time flies.... I am not up early. When SuRu calls and wants to have lunch, I agree and get myself off to the club and back and showered. We have brunch at Granite and then walk through Breed and Company. I don't find anything I want. SuRu wants a hardware thing but the line is too long. She drops me off and goes to finish her Christmas shopping. FFP has gone to the ballet to see about the Mother Ginger deal and I am at loose ends again. Must be time to make progress on the papers. When FFP comes home, we go for a while to an open house and I feel tired and sleepy when we get back. I do make some progress reading the papers.

		Reading. As Eagles Screamed on the bike. Old newspapers and even some recent ones.
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		Exercise twenty-one minutes on recumbent bike almost all my leg, back and bicep exercises (except for the dead lift)
	. .	Still blowing my nose but feel better than yesterday. Not 100 percent in the gym, though.
	It's a Tangled Web we weave...these days of our lives.	One year ago "Of course, my version of 'wrapping' is to make some tags from scrap paper, find tissue and gift bags and tie the tags on. This whole operation, however, convinces me to clean out the closet where the gift bags and such are kept. " Two years ago "I feel kind of disconnected and slightly depressed. Hospitals will do that. "