The Visible Woman...March 1, 2004

Monday, March 1, 2004

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

tired of picking things out

It was fun for a while. But it's starting to wear on me.

Looking at some new things to decorate with, picking colors, design, all fun for a while. But I'm tired of it. FFP wants me to pick out some track lighting to get installed. Sigh. I locate something. I just want to get it finished, live in it, travel some places, think about something else. Let it become old hat, the expected, not even see it after a while.

That will happen some enough. FFP is a little disappointed that his bedspread is delayed. But it's Okay. Really. I will be glad when the closet is in so we aren't dressing all over the house. So we can have a place for everything, everything in its place. Um. Yeah, right.

decoration continues

JUST TYPING

Tired of picking and things changing.
Want things the same for a while.
Settle in.
Then back to it with fresh eyes.

Meta: I am thinking of promoting this journal. You know: encouraging people to come here. I think I'll use this tag line: "The Visible Woman...not just a food diary."

Food Diary.

breakfast

nothing

lunch

three pieces provolone cheese
a few potato chips
a slice of smoked turkey
a banana

snacks

3/4 ounce wedge Laughing Cow cheese
some cheddar cheese, green onions and potato chips
a Manhattan

dinner

tostadas compuestas (some meat, cheese, beans, lettuce and all that on tortillas)
some little fish apps
a glass of Pinto Noir
some tortilla chips and hot sauce

Today I
- did seem to be on the 'all cheese' diet.

Time flies....

I think I'm making peace with the bed. I was sleeping quite nicely at around eight when FFP got back from the gym. I jumped up to get ready for water aerobics. My dad was there. We discussed the Oscars in the class while doing jumping jacks and bicyling and stuff in the water.

I was going to work out after, but decided I might take a walk later instead. At home, I got stuck into the decisions about the room...when will the movers come to move stuff around again, what kind of track lighting should we get, when will the closet people be here, etc. Then I finish my France planning by making a deposit on the car rentals. All I need now is a reservation for the train trip we will make between Paris and Stasbourg, but it's too early to do that, I think. I can start studying things in relation to where we will be staying. We have our hotels booked in Normandy and the Alsace. I can't believe we are going. I can believe I am going but FFP? I have to pinch myself.

I grab a snack lunch and go off to get some track lighting, light bulbs, look at track lighting for the new bedroom, and get some rubber things to go under the casters on the bed. I confine myself to stores within a couple of miles...a light bulb store and a sort of old-fashioned hardware store. I get home and I still can't get some of the track lighting in the living room to work. I work on the floor plan for the room and an 'order of battle' for moving furniture around again. Then I have to choose from: (1) taking a walk; (2) working on the family budget which is well and truly blown from the remodel and decoration; (3) trying to clear up the piles of newspaper threatening to take over the big room; (4) cleaning up the boxes from the new furniture; (5) cleaning the dust up in spots we can once again get to; or (6) ignoring all these possibilities and doing something else entirely. I talk to three people on the phone instead and the mail comes and the mail comes. And I end up doing more research on my trip to France and building a WEB page of information about the trip. Suddenly it's four o'clock. I start wandering around the house, trying to decide what to do, picking up things, rearranging stuff on our built-in shelf in our new room, reading some of the book I'm finishing.

FFP suggests going to the club for dinner and I counter that the club is closed on Monday but before I think of that I'm almost dressed (having had on sweats all day since my shower at the club). So we go to Fonda and have drinks and snacks in the bar.

We are home before seven.

Reading.

Newspapers.

The Conquerers by Michael Beschloss. (Finished this one.)

Pending:

DVD course on WWII.

nothing

Exercise

recumbent bike
treadmill
ergonomic rower
water aerobics	1 hr
chest, shoulder, triceps
leg, back, bicep
lower back
ab exercises
stretches
walking
tennis

I felt at loose ends today. Should have exercised more and should have taken more initiative at getting stuff done around the house. I am kind of waiting for the movers and the closet people to finalize things but there are things I should be doing. I do feel good that I'm getting arrangements made for our trip to France. I feel like we have been spending too much money but, on the other hand, I'd hate to get old and infirm and have money I could have spent on travel and pleasure while young.

It's a Tangled
Web we weave...these
days of our lives.

One year ago
"Peter Cincotti is a teenager but he is playing in The Oak Room, backed by a fine bass player, tenor sax player and drummer....We will probably be rocking on the porch of the rest home someday saying, "I saw him when he was just a boy."

Two years ago
" Forrest resists a $1300 suit that is probably too dressy for normal business wear but does buy a tie.".

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