The Visible Woman...December 27, 2003

Well with nothing to do you would think I'd at least get a workout. But things stumble along. We don't get up early at all. The virus scan on my machine complains about a file backed up from FFP's the night before and a round of scans and stuff ensues. My dad shows up during this. He is lonely, I know, so I entertain him. I print out a long e-mail he's received. FFP goes off to the club. I get the scanning done and download the software for this Rhapsody thing on FFP's machine where you can listen to tons of CD tracks and burn some of them for seventy-nine cents.

FFP is thrilled with this. We never Napster-ed or anything (really, we didn't, so don't sue me) but this is so cool. When FFP gets back, I've started making some gravy and have decided all three of us should eat leftovers. I drag them all out. We do it and I clean up. We even finish off a couple of the dishes. I try to convince FFP to go see Under the Tuscan Sun with Dad and I. But he is too enthralled with Rhapsody. So Dad and I go to the discount movie place and pay a buck and a half to watch the movie. This is probably the first movie ever that Dad has wanted to see. He loved the book and read reviews and knows the movie isn't like the book. A woman's oxygen tank behind us makes little gasps in the quiet parts. Dad supresses coughs. The movie is sappy but the scenery is great and the price is right. Especially if you don't buy the popcorn and cokes and we don't. Dad likes the movie.

Home again, I could go work out but I don't. FFP is still stuck into Rhapsody. But he suggests we go out to dinner and have a nice meal and wine. Who can resist that?

It was a fun day, really. But vaguely sad and dissatisfying because it didn't go according to the unplan.

	Saturday slide Up late...and into a silly vortex. Well with nothing to do you would think I'd at least get a workout. But things stumble along. We don't get up early at all. The virus scan on my machine complains about a file backed up from FFP's the night before and a round of scans and stuff ensues. My dad shows up during this. He is lonely, I know, so I entertain him. I print out a long e-mail he's received. FFP goes off to the club. I get the scanning done and download the software for this Rhapsody thing on FFP's machine where you can listen to tons of CD tracks and burn some of them for seventy-nine cents. FFP is thrilled with this. We never Napster-ed or anything (really, we didn't, so don't sue me) but this is so cool. When FFP gets back, I've started making some gravy and have decided all three of us should eat leftovers. I drag them all out. We do it and I clean up. We even finish off a couple of the dishes. I try to convince FFP to go see Under the Tuscan Sun with Dad and I. But he is too enthralled with Rhapsody. So Dad and I go to the discount movie place and pay a buck and a half to watch the movie. This is probably the first movie ever that Dad has wanted to see. He loved the book and read reviews and knows the movie isn't like the book. A woman's oxygen tank behind us makes little gasps in the quiet parts. Dad supresses coughs. The movie is sappy but the scenery is great and the price is right. Especially if you don't buy the popcorn and cokes and we don't. Dad likes the movie. Home again, I could go work out but I don't. FFP is still stuck into Rhapsody. But he suggests we go out to dinner and have a nice meal and wine. Who can resist that? It was a fun day, really. But vaguely sad and dissatisfying because it didn't go according to the unplan.
Uncommon objects and an uncommon color scheme...yellow and black
JUST TYPING I suppose it's OK. In bed until late. Scanning for viruses. Entertaining my dad.
		Food Diary. *breakfast* nothing *lunch* leftovers: smoked turkey, dressing, lemon potatoes, spicy squash, cranberry sauce, waldorf salad, ambrosia, a mushroom gravy *snacks* 1/2 of a coke five or six of those candies...but they are gone, kaput, over some goat cheddar *[at Jeffreys]* 1/2 a caviar service with blinis bite of gingerbread a Manhattan dinner [Zoot] a sip or two of butternut squash soup seared foie gras with sauternes infused sauerkraut and apple salad (very small portion but quite delicious) boggy creek spinach with roasted yellow beets and balsamic vinegar Texas black drum with golden lentil puree, baby carrots and garlic confit emulsion leg of venison with apple roasted baby turnips and chanterelle cream cheese plate 1/2 bottle of Ridge Geyserville Zin Blend 1994 Today I - threw caution to the winds again about eating...must do better or exercise at least..
		Time flies.... Nothing quite flows. The interruptions and impediments are: a virus, the stink, my dad's unplanned visit and a trip to the movies with him, a dinner out, an inability to get sleepy at a reasonable hour. It's all OK, though. As they say. I found myself in the wee hours of tomorrow watching a truly sappy awful movie.

		Reading. Dawn of D-Day: There Men Were There 6 June 1944 by David Howarth didn't get cracked because I didn't go to the gym. Michelin Green Guide to Washington, D.C.; Newspapers. The outdated newspaper piles are shrinking, shrinking, shrinking. I've detoured back to the fires that caused the current mudslides...back to when The Terminator being governor was still as weird idea. It's funny how we get used to things.
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		Exercise I didn't do a thing.
	. .	Mood varied a lot. Physically fine but I went from okay moods to some serious sadness.
	It's a Tangled Web we weave...these days of our lives.	One year ago " He says he is still adjusting to the retired life. That makes me feel better since I was expecting so much from myself after three months. " Two years ago "I'm not very sympathetic. I'm not sure how to tolerate my mom while I wait for the doctors to run more tests, give more drugs and, probably, not change anything."