I saved the medical and health-related links that Jeremy had forwarded to me, and drank my green tea with mint leaves from my yard. Also munched on half a grapefruit as a snack. Following up on my friend Linda's information on a new travel website, I emailed them my interest in writing for it. I sent the list of 102 articles I've written for Active Singles Life the past nine years, including "A Traveler's Observations on How Life Works" and "Traveling: How to Stay Friends Before and After the Trip." I returned a voice mail to Voice Dialogue facilitator and friend Catherine. Then I responded to a potential client's email question about the best way to do coaching with me—I recommended by phone rather than by email. I forwarded one of the funniest stories I've ever read, about a gerbil, to a friend.
I left a message for my housemate Shawn asking if I could enlist his aid on my balky printer, and for housemate Bruce regarding his chore of mowing the lawn. Shawn responded this evening that he'd check my printer when he knows his upcoming very full schedule. He ate the beet greens I'd offered him, asked about the basement smoke alarm, helped track down a space heater for his chilly basement room and told me there'd been footsteps outside his window at night several times. My bedroom is two stories above his, and I could turn on my closet light if Shawn called me when he heard
rustling outside his window, and/or he could phone 911. We may ask the police for further options.
Mid afternoon I took a bowl of salad we'd made last night out on the upper deck off my office. I sat on the 2" X 12' railing with my feet resting on the shingled roof, enjoying the view of Puget Sound and the neighborhood.
I checked my portfolio on AOL a few times, shaking my head each time at the apparent lack of logic behind which stocks were going up, which going down. I mailed a Visa payment and returned the second lesson from American Writers Institute on copywriting. I decided it wouldn't sustain my interest even if it could make me a lot
Friend Dorothy said our postponed trip to Canada's Yellow Point Lodge might be back on. I said fine, let me know. I transferred the appointments and speeches from my monthly planner to my daily log. I remembered I must reschedule my Friday chiropractor appointment. because I'll be taking a two-day workshop for speakers. I called my contractor and friend, Brad, and told him about the drip in my tub that didn't stop even when I shut off the valve on the floor. I marked tomorrow at 11:30 to call to see when he can look at it. Waiting for the bus to the library, I was able to watch three people eating ice cream cones without developing a craving, because I'd just
finished a chocolate-almond candy bar, though I'd promised I'd wait till this article was finished. At the bus stop, I picked up a Bartell's flyer and noted a special on dental floss, passed over 2 for $1 Nile boxes of soup, realizing that all the cans in my cupboard needed no other company.