August 27th, 2002

Roman

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I'm up and dressed already. That feels nice. I am going to try to squeeze more trash into the dumpster in a few minutes. The woman from next door has filled it with branches and she'll continue to do so for the rest of the week, I think. In the meantime my trash is accumulating. Not just the regular stuff but the stuff I am throwing away from the storage shed. While it's nice to see some results from my efforts, a cleaner driveway is more my goal than a pile of trash containers. I hope there's a little room there.
Roman

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joy of joys. The dumpster had plenty of room. The branches and leaves were packed down and there were other articles on top, like a rotary lawn mower. Apparently I am not the only one getting rid of major items or old stuff.
Roman

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I'm frazzled. I had last-minute things to do for the projects tonight and that always makes me edgy. And two or three other things popped up, different projects that needed me on the spur of the moment. One relatively minor one is threatening to get large. All this makes my stomach churn some.

I went back to the beginning of this journal. I started it in March 2001. I was looking for hints about how I was writing in those days, what I was doing. I am trying to get back into that mode. I am thinking I may take out a story I wrote then and rewrite it, develop it better, make it much better.
Roman

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home, dressed for exercise. I am going to do Kathy, then I can change, get ready for the planning commission meeting. I will feel so much better later tonight, when it's over.