The Visible Woman...January 28, 2004

I guess a person accomplishes some stuff every day. Sometimes I can put these things in perspective and appreciate them. Not today.

Little accomplishments: faxed my credit card to guarantee a hotel in the Alsace for three nights in June; bought a confetti shredder (I was ready to shred some stuff the other day in my ongoing office cleaning and our old, crosscut, shredder was kaput); exercised; checked stuff in a couple of stores (real and online) for the new bedroom and bath; picked up a towel bar and a toilet paper holder for the new room from this builder display place; talked to my dad about things; considered drawer pulls for the vanity (what about chrome ones to match the fixtures?) but didn't get them because I couldn't remember how many I needed and FFP was out on a business errand (so now I have to go back to that place so really I wasted my time, I guess).

Small accomplishments. They didn't feel significant. I also fed myself (one meal), cleaned up the kitchen, moved a few things around in my office in the (ongoing) clean-up, showered, dressed, let the dog out multiple times, wrote some e-mail to people. I scanned a picture for Forrest.

Most of my days seem trivial. With the same kinds of little nothings. But, the fact is, when I worked I rarely felt I'd done anything momentous either. Days just add up. I guess people who lay tile or do wood floors or paint can wrap up something and see what they've done pretty often. Me, I am very busy doing nothing. Like typing the last sentence.

	small accomplishments I guess a person accomplishes some stuff every day. Sometimes I can put these things in perspective and appreciate them. Not today. Little accomplishments: faxed my credit card to guarantee a hotel in the Alsace for three nights in June; bought a confetti shredder (I was ready to shred some stuff the other day in my ongoing office cleaning and our old, crosscut, shredder was kaput); exercised; checked stuff in a couple of stores (real and online) for the new bedroom and bath; picked up a towel bar and a toilet paper holder for the new room from this builder display place; talked to my dad about things; considered drawer pulls for the vanity (what about chrome ones to match the fixtures?) but didn't get them because I couldn't remember how many I needed and FFP was out on a business errand (so now I have to go back to that place so really I wasted my time, I guess). Small accomplishments. They didn't feel significant. I also fed myself (one meal), cleaned up the kitchen, moved a few things around in my office in the (ongoing) clean-up, showered, dressed, let the dog out multiple times, wrote some e-mail to people. I scanned a picture for Forrest. Most of my days seem trivial. With the same kinds of little nothings. But, the fact is, when I worked I rarely felt I'd done anything momentous either. Days just add up. I guess people who lay tile or do wood floors or paint can wrap up something and see what they've done pretty often. Me, I am very busy doing nothing. Like typing the last sentence.
FFP is regretting the dove gray grout but I like it.
JUST TYPING Each little thing, adding up, adding up. To a life.
		Food Diary. *breakfast* nothing *lunch* baked potato, nonfat yogurt, green onions, broccoli, shredded cheese *snacks* three cups of coffee [I keep forgetting to write down coffee even though I think it's instructive to note, even if the drink is calorie-free. I also think it would be good to note how much water one drank if one could keep up with it.] dinner [friends' house] red wine (maybe three or four glasses?) roasted chicken with garlic and rosemary (dark meat) carrots risotto Ben & Jerry's Ice Cream (Vanilla Heath Bar) espresso Today I - didn't really think about eating...but did a lot of it!
		Time flies.... Water aerobics was called because of cold. Dad called at 7:30 while I was still in bed to tell me the temperature. I finally went to work out around noon. Then I had lunch and finally went to shop for this and that and, not long after I got home, I went to a friends' house for dinner and talk. I don't know if it was the wine or what but I didn't do too much on the computer or read too much before falling asleep.

		Reading. Newspapers. The Conquerers by Michael Beschloss. Omaha Beach; A Flawed Victory by ???
		nothing
		Exercise thirty-one minutes on recumbent bike leg, back and bicep weight program
	. .	I felt fine physically although I woke up sneezing. I knew it was a temporary, allergy thing. Funny how you know.
	It's a Tangled Web we weave...these days of our lives.	One year ago "Yeah, I guess I need a better routine. Sure, it's nice to do whatever you feel like whenever you feel like it. But there are social engagements to consider, a certain order that has to be maintained. So maybe I should try to workout on a schedule, eat on a schedule, write and work on my projects on some kind of schedule. On the other hand, variety is nice and I have the opportunity to avoid the ruts, the dull repetition. To see the same place at different times, take a different road." Two years ago "I listen to a conference call where someone uses the term holistic three times. The call is during lunch. I make a small plate of nachos."