The Visible Woman...January 31, 2004

Funerals are a good time to take stock and it inspires each of us to do different things.

Forrest said, after the funeral, that funerals make him want to go shopping. He came home with a very artistic glass tray for soap by his new tub...artist-made from Clarksville Pottery. I guess funerals make me want to be kind to my friends and to not take stuff too seriously. I calmly helped my friend make a computer she had salvage work on Roadrunner by installing an Ethernet card and messing around with it.

I thought about how much I hate the way they did the workmanship in the bathroom and I just couldn't get upset about it. I will just tell the contractor how disappointed I am with it. It's just not cosmic.

After the funeral, they served sandwiches and coffee. The widow, wearing a wig and a black hat (she's being treated for breast cancer) joked about the wig and urged people to eat the food. Folks got up and talked about Bob. His lawyer said that Bob came to see him and said, "We all die sooner or later. Turns out it's going to be sooner for me."

That's just it. We all die. Maybe my friend will remember my help or having take-out Chinese and a bottle of Argentine Pinot we found in the cellar when we are gone. That's about all you can hope for.

	taking stock Funerals are a good time to take stock and it inspires each of us to do different things. Forrest said, after the funeral, that funerals make him want to go shopping. He came home with a very artistic glass tray for soap by his new tub...artist-made from Clarksville Pottery. I guess funerals make me want to be kind to my friends and to not take stuff too seriously. I calmly helped my friend make a computer she had salvage work on Roadrunner by installing an Ethernet card and messing around with it. I thought about how much I hate the way they did the workmanship in the bathroom and I just couldn't get upset about it. I will just tell the contractor how disappointed I am with it. It's just not cosmic. After the funeral, they served sandwiches and coffee. The widow, wearing a wig and a black hat (she's being treated for breast cancer) joked about the wig and urged people to eat the food. Folks got up and talked about Bob. His lawyer said that Bob came to see him and said, "We all die sooner or later. Turns out it's going to be sooner for me." That's just it. We all die. Maybe my friend will remember my help or having take-out Chinese and a bottle of Argentine Pinot we found in the cellar when we are gone. That's about all you can hope for.
my friend SuRu asked, in the dark, if we were going to have a decorative black stripe
JUST TYPING A life. Did it mean something? Or not? Some seem to have inspired and left something behind that was significant. But they will be forgotten. We all will.
		Food Diary. *breakfast* nothing *lunch* a couple of bowls of salad with greens, spinach, tomato, carrots, green onions, broccoli, shredded cheese, dressing. *snacks* three or four cups of coffee five of those little 'triangle' sandwiches with various fillings and the crusts cut off dinner [takeout from Peony] Moo Shu Pork and two pancakes some chicken dish some red snapper some eggplant garlic thing some rice several glasses of an Argentine Pinot I found in the cellar Today I - didn't think much about eating.
		Time flies.... No workmen were due but I waited around while FFP worked out...just in case. Then I went. When I got home my dad was here to wait while we went to the funeral and while we three had lunch the floor guys came. FFP and I went to the funeral and stayed through a reception where a lot of people spoke about the deceased. We got home and Dad left and I listened to the floor guys work away and talked to a friend about a computer she is trying to resurrect to work on her Roadrunner cable modem. She needed an Ethernet card to work with a router I gave her. And she needed a mouse. I told her to come over and I would help her. I pirated an Ethernet card out of another machine and foudn about six old mice in a drawer. FFP had gone shopping but he came home. My friend came over and I put the card in her machine, hooked it to a KVM that I have and we got on the Internet with my router. I helped her uninstall software and change settings. FFP went out for Chinese and we ate that. Then it was after nine o'clock. I decided to attack the tall newspaper pile, drink a little more and see what was on TV. I found myself drifting off and waking up until the wee hours.

		Reading. Newspapers. The Conquerers by Michael Beschloss. (I actually am not making a lot of progress on this one. Because I don't take it to the gym.) Omaha Beach; A Flawed Victory by ???
		nothing
		Exercise forty-six minutes on bike ab exercises and stretches
	. .	Having to leave the remodel noise for a funeral...and coming back to trying to make WIN98 work well on an old machine for a friend...what could be more fun and mood-enhancing?
	It's a Tangled Web we weave...these days of our lives.	One year ago "We can call it the alchohol, sugar, cheese and smoked salmon diet and sell lots of books." Two years ago "I stop in Ellinger for a Wild Cherry Pepsi like I always do. I eat some snack mix, some cheese and, yes, some of those awful sugar candy hearts. But I get home without falling asleep. But barely."