The Visible Woman...March 12, 2003

Wednesday, March 12, 2003

			change your routine The first thing this morning, I shower and put on sweats and go read my book in the parking lot in front of my barber's shop. I'm first in line for a haircut. My dad is waiting behind another guy for his cut when I leave. I tell him to come by after his cut. I go for a workout including a bit of lower body stuff. The power goes out but I'm not using anything that requires power. Dad and I go to 34th Street Cafe and have lunch. It ends up being a big lunch. I have a pizza and I get him a Reuben sandwich and fries. Next time, we decide, we will share a Reuben and fries. At home I clean the papers up in the kitchen and THE ROOM. (With the result that more have landed in my poor office.) I make a trip to the grocery store and get some milk in case anyone who comes to FFP's meeting tomorrow wants it in coffee. I start trying to figure out what will be involved in setting up my e-mail with the new provider. I go to Dallas tomorrow so I pack today. When I'm travelling in the car, I take too much. Books, etc. Because I can. I get some cards and gifts together for my aunts...we will celebrate their birthdays in Dallas. The process of diary resurrection...looking at notes and 'to do' lists...my life seems dead. I can't remember the weather, the sun, the wind, the little things people said.

	SoCo window "On several occasions I have actually read parts of my diary aloud to someone. But too much 'publicity' is destructive to a diary, because the diarist begins, unconsciously perhaps, to leave out, to tone down, to pep up, to falsify experience, and the reason for the undertaking becomes buried beneath posings." Gail Godwin, A Diarist on Diarists
	JUST TYPING I don't want to lose a day. No. I want some souvenir of it. Even if it's only this. This journal page.

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