Wednesday, March 3, 2004

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A Journal from Austin, Texas.
A Project of LBFFP Stealth Publishing.

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my aching back

We've spent a lot of money for a bed that is supposed to be good for your back. But I wake up aching.


I wake up with my old 'lower back and hip' aches. I can't believe that this expensive bed is treating me worse than the thin mattress on the fold out couch. Or is it just a coincidence?

There is also something about sleeping in a cavernous room that is disconcerting, too. We don't have the dresser and wardrobe and big TV in it. The little TV I used to test the cable looks like it is a mile away.

One hopes I'll adjust to everything. I'm sure I will. It's just strange to wake up aching and feeling out of sorts in an expensive bed in an expensive remodel. And we only have a few clothes in there because the closet isn't finished (and the big furniture isn't moved) so that makes us feel even more lost, wandering about, trying to get dressed all over the house.

I work out and when I'm through with the recumbent bike and the stretches and crunks and a lower back exercise, I believe it feels better. But the tightness creeps back. Don't get me wrong...it isn't excruciating or anything. In fact, sitting in my chair in front of my computer, it's just the faintest discomfort. Odd. I had this problem one time when I drove my dad to Dallas in my car. Maybe it is tension and unfamiliar stuff. Just like my digestion rebels when I travel. Or something.

The contractor comes by and his visit (feigning his hearing problem when we say we don't like something, saying 'he wishes we hadn't chosen a dark-colored grout' to try to pin tile problems on us) is enough to tense us up. Finally we settle on a negotiated price and I'm glad he won't he coming by anymore. They send the eighteen-year-old incompetent tile guy by one more time. He says the stuff flaking off in the shower is "caulk which you don't really need" and "we are having a lot of it do this because of the damp weather." It's a shower for god's sake! Um, yes, it will be damp! I make him clean up the rest of the cault that is flaking off and dismiss him.

In any case, most of my day is spent thinking "my aching back." I have to go get my dad out in suburbia and then drive him out there later to get his van. I have to go pick him up and drive through suburbia for our evening event. Which is a, to me, pleasant salad, cheese fondue and dessert with my friend who is helping organize our France events. FFP is bored with the proceedings and shows it. It makes me wonder if the trip to France will entertain him. But I'm drinking enough that my back doesn't hurt and I don't care but not so much that I actually feel the alcohol. Perfect.

So at 11PM I've taken my dad home, gotten gas in my car and gotten home. Back feels fine. Now, let's see what another night in the new expensive bed will do.

 

 

 

 

 

shower

 

 

 

JUST TYPING

A pain focuses one completely.
A little ache stays, irritatingly, in your peripheral vision.
Gets on your nerves.
Until, suddenly.
You are lashing out.

 

 

 

 

 

Food Diary.


breakfast

nothing

lunch
[Pokejo's BBQ]

turkey plate with sauce, green bean casserole, cole slaw and Texas toast. [Ed note: is it possible that these double-size pieces of white bread, buttered and toasted began the obesity epidemic?]

snacks

some potato chips and French onion dip

dinner

composed salad with beets, corn, celery root, kidney beans
cheese fondue and bread and lots of it
lemon tart and berries
several glasses white wine

Today I
- really enjoyed what I ate, unhealthy as it may have been.

 

 


 

Time flies....

I go to the club and work out. When I return and get out of the shower, my dad wants me to come pick him up at his friend's house. I am later doing this than I'd like because the contractor comes by and I have to argue with him. I don't enjoy it, but I'm not going to roll over and act like it is a good job. Dad and I have lunch and I bring him back. I start knocking down boxes and stuff and the tile guy comes to tromp through the house again and we get rid of him and hang some pictures and then Dad calls and his car is ready and he wants to go get it. I take him and stop at Fry's to get a phone for the new room and a simple answering machine for FFP to use on line 2 when he's busy. I do a few more things and it is time to go out to my friend's for dinner. We pick up Dad and go. I drive him home with the gas warning light on, stop and get gas after we drop him off and come home.

 

 
 

 

Reading.

Newspapers.

The anniversary issue of The New Yorker.

The Amateur Marriage by Anne Tyler.

Pending:

DVD course on WWII.

 

 

 

 

nothing

 

 

Exercise

recumbent bike
50 min
treadmill
ergonomic rower
water aerobics
chest, shoulder, triceps
leg, back, bicep
lower back
x
ab exercises
x
stretches
x
walking
tennis

 

 

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Except for the little back twinge and the tension about all the little things going on, except for things which don't really matter, I feel fine.

     

It's a Tangled
Web we weave...these
days of our lives.

One year ago
"Still, nothing really explains Columbine well. The scenes from Littleton look just like where my relatives live and work and stuff and it's spooky. My nieces wouldn't think of killing anyone however. They are older. But many of those boys' classmates would never have dreamed to do it either."

Two years ago
"I have now opened a couple of gaping back doors to get into the new entries here....I did this for my own convenience, of course. There you go. It's all about me."

 

 

 

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