The Visible Woman...February 3, 2004

Tuesday, February 3, 2004

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A Journal from Austin, Texas.
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health and mood

			cold light of day Sometimes things just look better on a chilly, sunny day that turns gray but doesn't take my mood with it. How does one get the chemicals flowing positively in that 'mood' part of the brain? How does one interpret reading old newspapers and seeing a movie as progress? How does one suddenly see that maybe, just maybe the remodel will be over without breaking the bank and that we may like the work a little? It's just chemicals in the brain. One day they gush over the connections making nice. Or maybe it's the weird dreams...exorcising the demons.
	Detail from a French poster celebrating the liberty of the Alsace from Germany.
	JUST TYPING Mood.
				Food Diary. *breakfast* nothing *lunch* three or four crackers and a tiny bit of Boursin I found in the fridge one 3/4 Laughing Cow cheese triangle four slices turkey bacon a green onion *snacks* Snickers 'poppers' and a cappuccino at the movies *dinner* 1.5 glasses Rosemont Shiraz spinach/shrimp crepe small Caesar salad Today I - was hungry for dinner - made the mistake of eating that candy at the movies.
				Time flies.... I stayed in bed until eight. Barely got up before FFP was back from his workout. Woke several times, analyzing weird dreams. I kept starting to the club but kept doing another e-mail, another cup of coffee. The handyman came by with the ceiling fan painted, the contractor called. When I did go to gym, I gave it a good effort. Home again, I soon intersected with the maid. I felt so much better. Everything seemed possible. I talked to my dad on the phone. I read some of my (huge) newspaper pile. I considered working on the budget or taxes but I didn't. I felt as long as I did something. Sort the papers. In the early afternoon, I showered and FFP and I went shopping (Linens 'N Things for some bathmats and soap dishes and stuff) and had dinner at La Madeleine and saw an Austin Film Festival and AIA showing of My Architect: A Son's Journey. This is a fabulous movie. It is one of the documentary nominees for the Academy Awards.

				Reading. Newspapers. Bird Flu. 1918 flu. Outsourcing controversy. Martha Stewart, murder and mayhem. Janet Jackson's boob. (Honestly, now, even if you have small, or large, children, how upset are you about this really?) Extinct insects with scores of inches wingspans, new tests for cervical cancer, new scares about estrogen. The Conquerers by Michael Beschloss. Omaha Beach; A Flawed Victory by Adrian R. Lewis. I repeat...it's repetitive but I will finish it. I will.
				nothing
				Exercise forty-six minutes recumbent bike chest, shoulders and tricep weight program situps and stretches fifteen minutes on treadmill
			. .	Mood is better. Little backache and digestive distress when I got up, improving throughout the day. Exercise helped, I think.
			It's a Tangled Web we weave...these days of our lives.	One year ago "Somewhere in there I work the Monday crossword in The New York Times. I think they make them easier on Monday to make Mondays a better day, don't you?" Two years ago "Dad pats me on the shoulder and says it made his day for me to come visit and shows me that he is gathering up stuff for his income taxes. I think if we reach a certain age they ought to let us just forget about income taxes if our income is less than $50,000. Like 85. When one person in the couple is 85 and the joint return would have less than $50,000 gross income, just allow the return of a postcard that says, 'I claim that I'm too old and too poor to put up with this foolishness any longer.'"

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