The Visible Woman...December 26, 2003

Friday, December 26, 2003

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

health and mood

			what day is it? Another big shopping day? (Stay away, stay away.) Friday? (Surely not!) Winter? (Foggy but not that cold. Heat on the way to gym, A.C. on the way bakc.) Day to accomplish something or turn over a new leaf? (Yeah, right.) Something about the next day, the day after. A beginning. Not unlike New Year's Day or the first day of a vacation or the first day after a vacation or the first day of retirement. A day for contemplating changes. Anything to concentrate the attention...even something as artficial as the calendar.
	dress for sale...Uncommon Objects, South Congress
	JUST TYPING Your life can be different. You can read papers. You can exercise more and eat less. Organize your stuff. Take walks. Or stay in that rut.
				Food Diary. *breakfast* nothing *lunch* leftover turkey with some improvised gravy from chicken broth leftover lemon potatoes leftover (actually never served) spicy mixed squash a banana *snacks* xxx *dinner* xxx Today I - faced holiday leftovers...a second invitation to overeat...just to get rid of the stuff.
				Time flies.... I get up and dress for a workout and read some of the papers while FFP is gone for his workout. I work on my WEB page while he showers. Then I'm off to the gym with a stop at the bank. I try not to watch the clock and just do the workout that I need to do. Home again, I talk to my dad on the phone and my niece in Colorado. I eat some leftover lunch. Before I know it, it is after 3PM. Where did the time go? I did stuff on my computer, had a shower. I considered going to Dad's house to go through some of Mom's stuff and going to a movie. I think the fiberglass fumes make me a little lightheaded. So...we do go out to some food and a movie and after a false start we see In America. It's sappy but the air is better than at home.

				Reading. Dawn of D-Day: There Men Were There 6 June 1944 by David Howarth on the bike...I keep thinking that if I read enough of these first person accounts that the whole story will become clear. It sort of works. Michelin Green Guide to Washington, D.C.; Newspapers. The outdated newspaper piles are shrinking.
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				Exercise forty-six minutes on recumbent bike my leg, back and bicep exercises thirty minutes on treadmill
			. .	I feel physically fine...cold completely forgotten...I don't even think I sound bad except after I've been working out I stuff up a little.
			It's a Tangled Web we weave...these days of our lives.	One year ago "I don't pay much attention to what other people are buying. Can't throw stones if your basket contains garbage bags, jalapeno peppers and rat poison." Two years ago "She moans. She doesn't like the news about more waiting on doctors to call. So...I convince her to take a Darvocet. I tell Dad when she can have another. I tell him to try to sedate her and, if she has trouble breathing, take her to the hospital. Sigh."

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