Monday, September 29, 2003

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

food reading writing time exercise health and mood
 

 

house fluff...I should have taken a picture of my socks but this was more interesting

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

what to do?

Some days it seems very hard indeed to decide what to do and when.

There were interuptions and appointments when I didn't have to decide, of course. I had water aerobics at 8:30 and had promised Dad I'd go. When I got home, FFP needed me to pick up a contract we are working on at the lawyer's house. The real estate guy came over and got the contract all signed a little later. I chopped some salad stuff for lunch (for myself, FFP and the bookkeeper). You gotta eat.

But the rest of the time? I have been trying to clean out (and 'export') stuff. It's hard to know where to start. I've consolidated everything out of the top of our closets in the bedroom that will be torn apart. I've started boxing up the stuff in the drawers in the guest room (where we will have to store our stuff). I had organized my travel stuff here and I figure that can go into boxes in storage. Um, if I can find storage! A friend said that he got a temporary metal storage building for the driveway and stored stuff in it for his remodel. There's an idea. We do have a big storage room but it's full of stuff. Need to clean that out, too. Sigh.

We have a luggage closet that (because of proximity to a duct and the old, poorly-sealed shower (that we are going to rip out) regularly imparted a mildew of some level to luggage so I had sort of quit putting stuff in there. Still somehow there was stuff there so I cleaned it out. I had the idea that since the luggage (which is mostly stored in the guest room) will need to go into storage that I could fill some of the luggage with clothes that we don't need every day so that we can get what we do need in the closet we have left. (You may ask why we don't get rid of the stuff that we could blithely pack away like that and that would be an excellent question.)

So, basically, I floated back and forth on these projects, taking interupts to read a little newspaper, drink some coffee or sort out network printer problems for FFP and the bookkeeper.

Going through stuff is so depressing. I was even reduced to cleaning out my sock drawers. That's the ultimate bit of nonsense. The lowest, most boring task. I actually think I have too many socks. I never thought I'd have too many socks. Too many lots of things, really. But every time I go through this exercise I toss some stuff and I'll bet I don't even think buying socks or underwear for a long time.

Yep, it's hard to know where to begin in getting this stuff cleaned out and out of the way for remodeling. Although I had the idea that I'd clean everything out in retirement, I thought I could be a little slower about it. Now it's kind of pressing. (Yeah, you say, after a year! But you don't know how much stuff I've gone through at my mom's. Whine, whine.) Anyway, I'm never buying anything again. Well, books. There is always room for a book.

 

 

 

 

 

JUST TYPING

The bottom is.
Cleaning out your sock drawer.
Has to be.
But.
I have a lot of good socks.
And some new rags.
And some lonely mis-matched things that may turn up in another drawer.



 

   

 

Food Diary.


breakfast
nothing...well, black coffee

lunch
Two bowls of salad with cheese, broccoli, cottage cheese, zuchinni, carrots, green onions, tomatoes, dressing.

dinner
[Fonda San Miguel]

queso asada (that's melted cheese with sausage and peppers) and four lovely hot flour tortillas
some salmon tostadas and marinated vegies

snack
got a beer when I got home from the restaurant but couldn't finish it and got some water

 

No drinks at Fonda. Miracle that.

 

 

 


 

Time flies....

I seemed to go in circles today. Things just took buckets of time. I'd find myself standing and holding something I fished out of some closet or corner wondering what to do with it. Like two rubber chickens. No kidding.

 

 
 

 

Reading.

Didn't read any of Two Sides of the Beach by Edmund Blandford but it's still my current book.

I read some old newspapers. And, because of that, I know that the searing heat in France (that probably killed 10,000 people although that is disputed) will probably create an extra fine Bordeaux vintage.

I decided that working crosswords is a colossal waste of time.

 

 

 

Well...today I'm still writing the journal. And I have to match socks.

 

Exercise


One hour water aerobics class I wanted to take a walk. Or do some more exercise but I didn't..

 

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Feel good...no complaints. Mood is confused, but good..

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