The Visible Woman...January 6, 2003

Monday, January 6, 2003

It's Monday...take charge!

FFP is up really early. Going to work out, he says. I try to sleep some more but I toss around in the bed. Finally I'm up, dressed in sweats, have some coffee. My friend Pam comes by around nine and we go to the club. I have a good work out. We talk about goals and retirement. About how structure has to come from somewhere and if you have a job that structures a lot of your life.

Home again we have a piece of fruit and she leaves. I have goals for the day but I decide to put off doing much until after lunch. I watch the stock market. enter some on my WEB site to watch, enter our basis in some. Then I eat some lunch (spinach, raw vegies, cheese, salad dressing), boil some eggs and make tuna salad. Finally, I start cleaning stuff out. To my credit, I put together a heavy bag for the thrift store and throw away some stuff, too.

The evening is spent reading the papers, watching network TV shows. The TV doesn't thrill. I have some tuna salad, some Scotch, a clementine, some cheese, some more cheese and hot sauce and chips. What a great diet, huh?

some ingredients for tuna salad

"Though we are all, of course, implicated in the lives of others, whether we precisely know how or don't."

the narrator in Richard Ford's short story Puppy [in the collection The Best American Short Stories 2002 edited by Sue Miller]

It is not enough to be h

JUST TYPING
It is unnerving.
To walk the dog.
In a strange neighborhood.
Without the company.
Of the other person and other dog.
When a stray dog follows,
I miss my companion's pepper spray.
But somehow the silence.
The less to say.
Is good.

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