Wednesday, March 10, 2004 |
A Journal from Austin, Texas. |
tangled WEB | food | reading | writing | time | exercise | health and mood |
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not a cloud in the sky When I drove over to the club about nine or nine-thirty (or maybe it was ten), it was one of those Austin days when the sky is so blue that it makes your heart ache. Cloudless sky. Cool yet warm. Stayed that way all day.
I went along with the day. I didn't get excited. I ate meals in restaurants. I sat in the sunshine. The baseboards in the closet got finished off. I moved a few things around and tidied a few things up. I dismissed the clouds from my head. |
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The master suite has TV...although I guess we should have bought a big amoire to hide it?
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JUST TYPING Cloudless sky.
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lunch snacks strawberry banana protein
powder apple juice yogurt smoothie (320 calories says the maker at the
club) dinner Today I
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I waited for the handyman to arrive to finish the baseboards in the closet but FFP was back from the club before he got here. I went to the club. I'm comfortable leaving the handyman here...he's family. Plus by then FFP was showered and dressed and working upstairs. I'd agreed to have lunch with SuRu and she'd agreed to help me pick and haul the track lights for the bedroom. The day was so nice that after that we were going to take our books into the yard and read. Only our yardmen showed up to mow at that moment. We sat in the big room and SuRu read her book (Rabbit, Run by John Updike) and I read newspapers. The yardmen don't take long...they use huge platform mowers and giant blowers. They don't stop for the hard stuff like chopping back the bamboo. When they are finished, we go out into the yard and I take my book (the Calvin Trillin). I don't like to read newspapers in the yard because the wind catches them. When I retired, I thought I'd spend lots of spring days in the yard. Hasn't happened. I seem to be in motion most of the time. But I do spend some lazy minutes reading in the yard. When we go back in the house, I start moving stuff around...putting shakers back in the big bar, stuff like that. I find a couple of silver things and polish them. Then I move some socks and T-Shirts and stuff like that into the closet and drawers in the master suite. I actually toss a couple of pairs of socks. Woo-hoo. Two things down (or is it four?) 9,996 (or so) to go. After a while we go to 34th Street and have dinner (SuRu goes along). When we come home, I settle in and read the day's papers and some old ones and watch a little TV. Then I move to bed, catch a little massage from the bed and listen to jazz while reading my book.
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Newspapers. Feeding a Yen [Savoring Local Specialties from Kansas City to Cuzco] by Calvin Trillin. Calvin has a way of finding foods I've never once experienced that he has sought out and had over and over again. This makes me jealous as I am an adventurous eater. Calvin has met up with some of the major domos of chowhound.com and made money writing food books. Plenty to envy about old Calvin. He does mention that his wife died, though, the Alice of Travels with Alice and Alice, Let's Eat. Shame.
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Mood and physical still good. |
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It's a Tangled |
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couple of random word strings in spam subjects that I found amusing: "no
waiting room in clinic angle" and "dread privileged rugged purest
illusions stung minutes" They
nspired a poem:
One
year ago Two
years ago
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