The Visible Woman...March 23, 2003

Spring won the morning. SuRu, Zoey and I walked Clarksville. Chalow is still red-shirted because of her surgery.

We parked and walked up and down east/west streets (including a dead-end alley). Along the way we admired things blooming and Zoey stuck her nose under a bush and got scratched by a cat and then the cat came out to stand her ground, to attack even. Guerrilla cat. We could have wished that the cat drawing blood would teach the poodle huntress a lesson but we would be disappointed. She forgot about it shortly.

We finally made our way into Sweetish Hill. I had café au lait and a cinnamon roll. I only like cinnamon rolls at SH (not at Upper Crust and those who buy from them). I like UC's petit pain au chocolat better. Really, I don't eat pastries that much. But I do have my preferences.

We went through the park on the way back via 'Louie street' which is actually Winflo and a little circle of Brownlee or something but we named it after a wimpy male poodle who used to live there. (And was afraid of Zoey.) In the park's off leash area we see poodles so we go in and let Zoey play. Bear plays with her and Blanche hides under the table. Blanche is old. Zoey plays with some other dogs, too.

On Palma Plaza, we see some people in a yard with another poodle! This one is black and looks like a smaller version of Zoey. They play a bit although, when unhooked from her leash Zoey runs off between the house and the next after a cat. I told you she doesn't learn.

The afternoon was domestic chores. Unpacked new Riedel glassware and washed, folded laundry, printed menus for the dinner party, made a 'thank you' note for my cousin in Dallas. Somewhere in there I had some salmon and salad.

We attended a neat fund raiser at the Dell Center. They showed the Oscars on a big screen, had a silent auction. Even had a red carpet outside with someone doing a Joan Rivers survey of the dress. We were told to be glitzy or dress like some movie character. This brought out everything. We wore black tie:

Yep, that's one my versions of tuxedo Hey, it was a Austin Gay and Lesbian Film Festival benefit.

We enjoyed bidding, drinking, talking and my friend Stuart analyzed the dresses for me. (Like I could!) I predicted some of the winners. Like Chris Cooper and Nicole Kidman. I was wrong about others. I'd seen a lot of the movies this year. I haven't seen Gangs of New York yet, though.

We won some auctions. Yikes! Now we own a table we have to figure out where to put. Fortunately the others were gift certificates. Jeffrey's, Pampered Pets and a hotel in Dallas. (The Melrose.)

The Oscars run so, so late. Crash into bed.

			and the winner is... Spring won the morning. SuRu, Zoey and I walked Clarksville. Chalow is still red-shirted because of her surgery. We parked and walked up and down east/west streets (including a dead-end alley). Along the way we admired things blooming and Zoey stuck her nose under a bush and got scratched by a cat and then the cat came out to stand her ground, to attack even. Guerrilla cat. We could have wished that the cat drawing blood would teach the poodle huntress a lesson but we would be disappointed. She forgot about it shortly. We finally made our way into Sweetish Hill. I had café au lait and a cinnamon roll. I only like cinnamon rolls at SH (not at Upper Crust and those who buy from them). I like UC's petit pain au chocolat better. Really, I don't eat pastries that much. But I do have my preferences. We went through the park on the way back via 'Louie street' which is actually Winflo and a little circle of Brownlee or something but we named it after a wimpy male poodle who used to live there. (And was afraid of Zoey.) In the park's off leash area we see poodles so we go in and let Zoey play. Bear plays with her and Blanche hides under the table. Blanche is old. Zoey plays with some other dogs, too. On Palma Plaza, we see some people in a yard with another poodle! This one is black and looks like a smaller version of Zoey. They play a bit although, when unhooked from her leash Zoey runs off between the house and the next after a cat. I told you she doesn't learn. The afternoon was domestic chores. Unpacked new Riedel glassware and washed, folded laundry, printed menus for the dinner party, made a 'thank you' note for my cousin in Dallas. Somewhere in there I had some salmon and salad. We attended a neat fund raiser at the Dell Center. They showed the Oscars on a big screen, had a silent auction. Even had a red carpet outside with someone doing a Joan Rivers survey of the dress. We were told to be glitzy or dress like some movie character. This brought out everything. We wore black tie: Yep, that's one my versions of tuxedo Hey, it was a Austin Gay and Lesbian Film Festival benefit. We enjoyed bidding, drinking, talking and my friend Stuart analyzed the dresses for me. (Like I could!) I predicted some of the winners. Like Chris Cooper and Nicole Kidman. I was wrong about others. I'd seen a lot of the movies this year. I haven't seen Gangs of New York yet, though. We won some auctions. Yikes! Now we own a table we have to figure out where to put. Fortunately the others were gift certificates. Jeffrey's, Pampered Pets and a hotel in Dallas. (The Melrose.) The Oscars run so, so late. Crash into bed.

	goofy Zoey and azaleas the cat that scratched her nose Brent and Stephen at the Oscars (with Steve Martin in the background) Stuart with no apologies to Richard Gere "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 The winners seem to care so much. Even Michael Moore. I'll bet. Was glad to win for some reason. Other than getting to make a political statement. It's funny, his movie. Bowling for Columbine. Funny, odd. Houses like my sister's and my nieces'. A Martin Lockheed lifer in front of a rocket. Could be my brother-in-law. Only he's not in such a high position. Gun Stores, Canada, Charlton Heston. And. He doesn't figure it out. Doesn't figure out why we kill each other more often here in the U.S.A.

Sunday, March 23, 2003