The Visible Woman...April 1, 2004

Thursday, April 1, 2004

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

health and mood

who's the fool?

Nobody played a joke on me, really. The day was just kind of a joke in itself.

Let's see...I was going to get off to the club. But the phone guy who is reworking our phone mess called that he was coming by. He pointed out the error in my ways vis-a-vis trying to wire up the two-line phones and showed us how he wants the handyman to build an enclosure to put in a punch-down block.

So I was later going to the club. No problem, though.

I was going to go to Central Market and find something for dinner. Probably just a heat and eat but maybe I was going to cook something. I couldn't even find an illegal parking place. Well, maybe I could have but lots of people were parked illegally. I gave up.

I stopped at Phoenician Bakery to see if they had something to inspire me for dinner. I ended up buying some pitted calamata olives and some egglant, garlic tahini dip (which I consumed when I got home).

I was getting ready to take a shower, straighten the house and figure out what to have for dinner. FFP showed up with an interviewee. Had to visit, take a picture.

I got the article written and the paper decided to squeeze FFP's column again.

Finally got the shower, tidied up the house (well...stuck everything in my office!) and FFP went to get some salmon that he agreed to cook and he got a few more salad things and some broccoli for me to steam. See...I'd invited a friend (and my dad) over to have dinner, wine and see the remodel. I didn't want the promise of dinner to be an April Fool's joke. I ended up opening two wines to find a tasty one but the meal and the wine and the company turned out well. No joking.

Yeah...the day just didn't play well. But, at least, no one played a joke on me.

I look out on Omaha beach, 1999

JUST TYPING

Life's a joke.
And all things show it.
Once I thought it.
Now I now it.

An epitaph that's apparently pretty common that I actually saw at a little cemetery in Rockport.

Food Diary.

breakfast

three slice turkey bacon
two slices provolone
some green onions

lunch

a small container of eggplant, tahini, garlic dip from Phoenecian Bakery
some baked blue chips and a few ordinary tortilla chips

snacks

a half dozen or more orange slice candies
a Coke (12 ounce)

dinner

salmon with capers and lemon
steamed broccoli and purple onions
couple glasses red wine
salad with carrots, tomatoes, onions, cheese, calamata olives, feta dressing

Today I
- ate candy...argh.

Time flies....

The day disappeared, refusing to cooperate. I'd find myself doing something like sorting newspapers, washing up dishes, taking out trash, writing, rewriting, shopping without result. Oh, well.

Reading.

Newspapers.

The the screenplay for His Girl Friday. Such frenetic action...this one makes you tired to watch or read.

article for The West Austin News had to be revised to cut down number of words. The editor seems to be trying to save space for giant pictures of first graders dressed as debutantes.

Thinking about Things.

Small appliances.
A toaster oven.
A two slice toaster.
Three coffee makers.
A blender, rarely used.
A coffee grinder.
Two microwaves.

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Exercise

recumbent bike	45 min
treadmill
ergonomic rower
water aerobics
chest, shoulder, triceps	x*
leg, back, bicep
lower back
ab exercises
stretches
walking
tennis	*

* -didn't complete all the exercises

Physically good but mood a little down.

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

One year ago
"I am reading this Self-Help book: How to Want What you Have by Timothy Miller. Basically, you are supposed to care about others, pay attention to details and be thankful that you have what you have. Then you start liking what you have and not always wanting more, more, more. Since I have more all over the floor (of my office), this is probably the book for me."

Two years ago
"There is so much I don't know. So much education I've forgotten. My life is half over (if you consider the formative years a wash and the longevity of my family, maybe more than half over if you are less generous in this regard). I don't feel useful."

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I'm weighing on new scales in the bathroom and the balance beam at the club (with workout clothes and shoes) and sort of guessing where I really am.