The Visible Woman...November 21, 2003

Friday, November 21, 2003

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

health and mood

	Singing at her own going away party...		get the worries in a list Sometimes you just have to make a list of what's bugging you. If get it out of you and some place else (even on a scrap of paper) then the fact that there is stuff not done and stuff worrying you just doesn't matter as much. The list holds them. I put the stuff on the list. As the day wore on I scratched off some of the things, too. It helped having the stuff on that list. Among the things on it that are scratched off now: new Quickbooks pay AMEX call Capresso Mike flowers Other things still loom and other things took the place of those. As always. But dumping your worries on a list helps. Not just 'to dos.' It helps to ask yourself all the reasons that you are anxious and then write them down.
	JUST TYPING whatever
				Food Diary. *breakfast* boiled egg, slice of cheddar cheese, two slices tureky bacon *lunch* the remaining tuna salad *snacks* another slice of cheese a couple of hot wings left over from FFP and the bookkeepers lunch [at the opera] Vodka Tonic one sip of FFP's Coke [very late] cheese, chips, salsa, green onions, some more dry cereal *dinner* a couple of small bowls of spinach salad with carrots, green onions, chopped zucchini and squash, some Rancho Grande dressing some dry cereal (Puffins) three slices turkey bacon Today I - only had one drink - felt ravenous when I got home from the opera
				Time flies.... I went to the club early and with FFP. As a result I also didn't stay as long as I would have, left to my own devices. Can't be too obsessive about it, though. I got a shower, ordered flowers online for a funeral, called someone to tell them about the death, took the dog to the vet, called the people who make our dead coffee thing to say we hadn't gotten a mailing label, helped the bookkeeper with the new set-up, worked on my sister's birthday gag gift, made decorations for the wrapping of my father-in-law's bday gift, ate a couple of times, wrote a short letter (in longhand) to an aunt and sent her the calendars I did for her and her kids. The day just evaporated. I hadn't even had time to adequately do the journal although I did take out time to read a few sections of newspaper. More violence, Chinese AIDS epidemic, nix on another cab company for Austin. Before I knew it, it was time for supper and going to the opera. The opera ran two hours and forty minutes (Turandot...Act Three drags, I slept a bit). With getting there early and getting home...about a four hour excursion. I read a little before falling asleep.

				Reading. Franklin and Winston: An Intimate Portrait of an Epic Friendship by Jon Meacham on bike. This is a fun way to review the progress of WWII. Newspapers..I'm doing a better job of reading the current ones. There are still piles of old ones around, don't get me wrong.
				This and only this. Well..silly things for my sister that don't really count.
				Exercise twenty-five minutes recumbent bike two leg exercises
			. .	I felt OK physically really but things were making me anxious.
			It's a Tangled Web we weave...these days of our lives.	One year ago "Just for the record you may purchase a Scooby Doo Chia Pet or a Magic Growing Christmas tree at Eckerd's. Just so you know. It's boring wandering around the store to see what they are selling." Two years ago "I'm sweaty, tired and my feet hurt. I don't know how real cooks do it."

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