The Visible Woman...December 22, 2003

How time fills up! I walk through the house and see things that need to be picked up. FFP puts the dishes on to wash and then I see they are done so I put them away. I decide to have another cuppa and the coffee machine needs emptying.

Then there is the worry over the remodeling subs. One guy shows up to measure the shower area and another to do the work. I fret. I wonder why the tub, filled for the inspectors benefit, won't drain. Both FFP and I reach in to fiddle with the drain.

There are lists to be made for the building closing and we look for things like the police department number to contact for ending our alarm permit and phone number the alarm is hooked up to.

Since there is time, I make a thank you card rather than just writing something on our stationery we have for the purpose.

The bookkeeper asks how to look at things on the old machine and I wonder why she needs to do it.

I decide to start laundry. Why not? All I'm doing is fretting anyway.

There are documents to look at about the building that get faxed. Bill of sale and deed of trust and all those lawyerly things. When the remodel is finished and the building is sold, what will occupy us?

There will be something. And it will fill the day. Laundry, dishes, clean out the closets.

I realize time has passed looking at papers and decide to check on the sub-contractor doing the concrete for the shower pan. But he's finished and gone. And then the mail comes.

Then I realize it's time to change the wash and fold a few clothes. And, somehow, the day is gone.

We decide to go out to eat and then there is TV and papers. I finally catch the middle part of Angels in America.

There seemed to be so much day. Where are the accomplishments.

a little ebay collage called 'no time to write'	tasks swell to fill time If you have time, you will find something to fill it with. How time fills up! I walk through the house and see things that need to be picked up. FFP puts the dishes on to wash and then I see they are done so I put them away. I decide to have another cuppa and the coffee machine needs emptying. Then there is the worry over the remodeling subs. One guy shows up to measure the shower area and another to do the work. I fret. I wonder why the tub, filled for the inspectors benefit, won't drain. Both FFP and I reach in to fiddle with the drain. There are lists to be made for the building closing and we look for things like the police department number to contact for ending our alarm permit and phone number the alarm is hooked up to. Since there is time, I make a thank you card rather than just writing something on our stationery we have for the purpose. The bookkeeper asks how to look at things on the old machine and I wonder why she needs to do it. I decide to start laundry. Why not? All I'm doing is fretting anyway. There are documents to look at about the building that get faxed. Bill of sale and deed of trust and all those lawyerly things. When the remodel is finished and the building is sold, what will occupy us? There will be something. And it will fill the day. Laundry, dishes, clean out the closets. I realize time has passed looking at papers and decide to check on the sub-contractor doing the concrete for the shower pan. But he's finished and gone. And then the mail comes. Then I realize it's time to change the wash and fold a few clothes. And, somehow, the day is gone. We decide to go out to eat and then there is TV and papers. I finally catch the middle part of Angels in America. There seemed to be so much day. Where are the accomplishments.
JUST TYPING Moving from one task to another. On edge. Nothing to do today. And everything.
		Food Diary. *breakfast* nothing *lunch* [sort of at 'brunch' time] some leftover ham casserole, shrimp salad and dessert my dad's friend Maja sent over a clementine *snacks* six pieces of fruit pectin candy dinner {Fonda San Miguel] margarita with three large olives one salmon tosada with marinated vegies chips, salsa, more chips, salsa 1/3 bottle of Pinot Mole enchildads with cheese, rice bites of crepas de cajeta a chocloate mint stick Today I - didn't feel much like eating in the morning but certainly did myself proud at Fonda.
		Time flies.... I am not up early but I'm on time to the club. After water aerobics I shower and dress but don't do any other workout. At home I eat a little, read a little paper, fiddle around at loose ends doing things like tidying up the kitchen and making a 'thank you' note for yesterday's party and looking at pictures on my computer. A guy comes by to look at the insulation job in the remodel. Another guy to measure the shower pan area and another guy to do the actual work. I put away dishes, do laundry and fret. I read some of my old newspapers. I help fret over the building closing. I look online for accessories for bed, bath and shower. I can't decide on anything. When we go out I'm glad to eat, drink and visit. I'm not accomplishing anything anyway.

		Reading. As Eagles Screamed on the bike. Old newspapers and even some recent ones. I have a feeling I'm winning with the newspapers.
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		Exercise one hour water aerobics
	. .	I don't exactly feel perfect today. My nose isn't running too much but it is a little and my stomach is a little dicey. I don't feel bad, though.
	It's a Tangled Web we weave...these days of our lives.	One year ago "I don't think my sample is quite large enough to draw a conclusion, but it may be that there are going to be some Austinites who simply drink their Shiner Bock and wish they had a job." Two years ago "Because of this chance encounter and the e-mail that ensued, I've visited Cape Town, my friend has visited Austin, I've met up with her in Edinburgh, I've met her brothers, sister, and many of her friends. It's amazing, I think."