The Visible Woman...March 11, 2004

Thursday, March 11, 2004

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

health and mood

chores

How many times have I said that we are almost done wth the remodel? Well, we are. But the chores just go on and on, don't they?

The electrician (our own trusted family one) comes to install the track lights. This turns out to be harder and messier than expected. But it gets done. Almost. I hold lights, fetch things, advise and make decisions. They don't have time to figure out the plug problem left by the other electrician and two of the fixtures on the track lights in the living room are apparently blown out and they don't seem inclined to go shopping for replacements. But at least the track lights are done in the bedroom save a face plate they will come back with later. Later they bring one but it's too small to cover the work but the store was out of the bigger ones...it's on order.

After they are gone the first time, I can't go to the gym because FFP is gone to a meeting and they may come back. So I do chores.

I change the sheets and start washing the dirty ones. I sort the other laundry and change the wash. I spread up the bed with the comforter and bedspread. I put things back where they were before the work and sweep up a bit. FFP still isn't home so I find some more things to sort and straighten.

I feed myself, wash a few dishes and take out the garbage.

Remodels end, sort of. Chores never. There are clouds in the sky, too. And I hear a friend's well-loved dog is ailing.

The master suite has TV...although I guess we should have bought a big amoire to hide it?

JUST TYPING

Chores.
Endless rounds of laundry and bed-making.
Washing the same dishes.
Dusting the same knick-knacks.
Unending.

Food Diary.

breakfast

nothing

lunch

salad of 'Riviera' greenswith smoked turkey and cheese and carrots and green onions and Feta dressing

snacks

several sips and gulps of blended and (mostly) single malt Scotch
two mini cheese burgers
two small slices quesadillas
a couple of little pieces of brie and olive relish with one or two 'toasts'

some grated cheddar and hot sauce and tortilla chips

two slices provolone cheese, green onions, carrots

dinner

hmmm...no, just many, many snacks

Today I
- exhibited the extreme example of the all cheese diet...avec alcohol.
- but I didn't drink enough Scotch to even get a buzz, really, I 'tasted.'

Time flies....

It was past two o'clock before I got off to the club...after the electrician visit and chores. I worked out and I came home and FFP hadn't seen the electrician with the switch plate and he wanted to do a couple of errands. I fold clothes, get a call that the electrician is coming back. I'll have time, if he hurries, to get cleaned up for our evening out. We are going to a Scotch tasting. All day I've been rehearsing not imbibing too much. Just a smell, just a sip. Seems like Scotch tasting could lead to over indulgence. Scotches do all have very different tastes, for sure.

It worked, too. And I had some of the offered snacks to coat the old stomach with cheeseburger.

Reading.

Newspapers.

Feeding a Yen [Savoring Local Specialties from Kansas City to Cuzco] by Calvin Trillin. Finished this one. His books work because he is passionate about his subject but admits all his foibles. He's not a snob. He's the opposite of one. He mentions the 'red or white' taste test for wine. FFP and I have made 'taste tests' for each other before. Have to try a blind one and see if we even get that right.

nothing

Exercise

recumbent bike	1hr
treadmill
ergonomic rower
water aerobics
chest, shoulder, triceps
leg, back, bicep
lower back	x
ab exercises	x
stretches
walking
tennis

I feel a little down but physically I feel fine and strong.

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

One year ago
"Looking at old papers, I learn that the Chinese are starting to drink milk. A lack of dairy has always seemed to me a failing in some cultures' food. It is distractions like this (reading old papers) that make getting things tidy take so long and, in fact, never get fiinished. Just keep moving things around, that's my motto."

Two years ago
"Imagine yourself without it. Without what, you say? Oh, it's a little game I've been playing. I look at something and I say to myself...what if you didn't have that? I also think of things I used to own and whether I really miss owning them. Not just real junk I discarded but kind of cool things that I let go. It's all part of trying to make peace with my stuff."

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