The Visible Woman...March 19, 2004

Friday, March 19, 2004

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

back to normal

No more movies! Do something normal.

So I had a normal day. I worked out, I fooled around the house trying to get things a little straightend out and put away. I would walk in a room, see something that needed doing, carry something to one room and then carry something out of there.

After a day of that, I got cleaned up and we went out. I didn't watch a bunch of movies or wander around downtown. I didn't accomplish all that much, though. But this is the mess that I must control so that I can find the space and bandwidth to work on my real projects. Ahem. Or else I have to do my real projects in the mess. That sounds more possible.

I have to remember, next year, how scalded I get doing one thing for several days. Hey...that's like work, huh? Those of us with Attention Deficit (real or imagined) can't focus that much. Gives you pause about all my projects, doesn't it?

FFP painted in these gloves.

JUST TYPING

It's good to have a normal day.
As long as you don't have too many.

Food Diary.

breakfast

nothing

lunch

nothing

snacks

a banana
a small (six ounce) orange juice
a pimento cheese sandwich
some carrots and green onions
four slices of turkey bacon

A mini cheesecake and a small chocolate dessert thing

dinner
[Westwood Country Club]

lettuce wraps (with chicken, crispy noodles and peanut and sesame sauces)

Today I
-didn't start eating until late in the day
- intentionally had no alcohol.

Time flies....

I got up reasonably early but then frittered away the day until 10 a.m. I decided to ignore the film fest and just go with my usual routine...working out, doing stuff around the house, going out in the evening to a social event that has nothing to do with SXSW. (Not that I went to a single SXSW party.)

Finally, a little after ten, I decided I should get on with it and go to the gym for a long, languorous workout. I get home and e-mail some people and surf some WEB sites and try to organize my thoughts vis-a-vis what to do about various things.

Then I scurry around the house and do various tasks like hanging a picture (and first putting a wire on the back) and filling out a form to do online banking with one of our banks. I move things around and try to get organized. I think it may just be hopeless although I now have some empty drawers to put things in and I've emptied several boxes of clothes and put things away in my closet. I also decided to throw away some of the stuff I'd boxes up. Well, to put the stuff in the thrift store bag. I also have a bag growning with stuff I'm going to give away or sell in the next garage sale...only cords, gadgets and connectors. I let all this stuff get in my way and I don't know why I do it. I should just do a curbside mall and be done with it. Most of this stuff...if I ever need it again...I can go to Radio Shack and buy. And, for all that, I saved two boxes full of spare parts.

I decide to get cleaned up and then try to get the papers organized before going out. But FFP decides we should go to the club for a bite before going out. So I don't read much before we go. After the club, we stop at Book People and then go to Travis Heights for a house concert with opera singers. Beautiful house, beautiful music, beautiful view of downtown from upstairs. When we get home, I realize that the A.C. isn't working in the main part of the house. Fortunately it isn't going to get too hot this weekend and the two other units are working. I read some newspapers and go to bed.

Reading.

Newspapers.

A couple of magazines like Worth and some songwriter magazine I got free at the conference.

The Life of Ernie Pyle by Lee G. Miller. I followed Ernie to London for the Blitz, to oversee one of his wife's breakdowns in Albuquerque, to the west coast to watch for invasion after Pearl Harbor. This old moldy book is actually quite interesting background for the pre-DDay era.

nothing

Thinking about Things.

Coffee cups.
There is usually one on my desk.
Sometimes a pile at the sink in FFP's office.
I figure we have about fifty coffee cups.

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Exercise

recumbent bike	61min
treadmill
ergonomic rower
water aerobics
chest, shoulder, triceps
leg, back, bicep
lower back	x
ab exercises	x
stretches
walking
tennis

Should have done a little more...considered doing my chest, shoulder, tricep routine but decided against.

I am filled with ideas of what I should be doing, overwhelmed with what it takes to actually accomplish something.

My digestion rebelled a little bit today.

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

One year ago
"We are at war. Whatever TV might be watched is usurped by the reality TV of war. I end up watching Slacker on some movie channel that doesn't feel compelled to interrupt with war. I'm not being crass here. I'm reading and watching about war. I feel helpless and sorry about it all just as I do about other horrors. I just don't think watching endless repeats of tape loops of tanks and bombing actually elucidates."

Two years ago
"I have decided that I am going to accomplish something today. And I'm going to do it by concentrating on one thing for half hour intervals. "

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