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Journaling since 1974. I'm an artist, book lady, and quilter living at the beach with a car guy. We wait out the pandemic in our little condo above the beach. Having been homeless in the 70's, the car guy and I truly appreciate where we are today. All entries are copyrighted under the author's legal name under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 Unported. © Copyright 1974-2021.
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WINDOWS 10 in Postcards 4
This semi new program leaves me wanting to pull my hair out. New to me anyway. G has an older version of Windows 10, and it doesn’t seem to have the quirks mine does. • I typed a nice lette...
BOOKS, BOOKS, BOOKS ! in Postcards 4
The Sun has finally come out. I’ve talked with Timothy, and George is well into episode 4 of “The last Kingdom.” Things are fractionally too quiet for me, but who am I to complain. Timot...
HANGING OUT in Postcards 4
I let today just let this Tuesday pass on by as if it were Sunday. Slowly sipping my coffee, letting dear G bring me bacon and toast, reading even more slowly while the tree outside moved gentl...
GIRAFFING in Postcards 4
I’m almost ready to start quilting again. There’s only a small pile of unread magazines left to read…left over from my long hospitalization. I plead sickness, or giraffness…before someone real...
SPEECHES AND COSTUMES in Postcards 4
All the things we normally do in the hot summer days have now been cancelled or changed. In the beginning, everything was cancelled. Just this weekend, everything was changed. You and I ...
HURRAH !!!!! in Postcards 4
Two lymph notes are slightly enlarged, but they are no different from those on the last CT scan results. A bit of fibrosis and a bit of fluid too. That’s it. No cancer anywhere. It was ...
CAROLE AND OTHER BITS OF THE DAY! in Postcards 4
• George has not been feeling well since Saturday. He’s been a slug, a bent over and in pain, sleeping and a moaning slug, and I have been worrying. He just got permission for an ultra-soun...
VOLUNTEERING in Postcards 4
I dug in to sort and find homes for all my sewing stuff yesterday. Today I am so tired that I am not at all functional. The last thing I need to do is put the bedspread on the bed, and for som...
VOLUNTEERING in Postcards 4
I dug in to sort and find homes for all my sewing stuff yesterday. Today I am so tired that I am not at all functional. The last thing I need to do is put the bedspread on the bed, and for som...
COVID 19 AND US in POSTMARKS 4
The Covid 19 virus is in a great hurry here. All those non-believers, those ‘it won’t get to me’ folks, those off to the bar or the beach young-uns are now catching the virus. They are the on...
NO HOARDING in Postcards 4
Rather than go through carrying things downstairs, we are still upstairs going through boxes. He admitted to his friends that he is a packrat. Bin after box of the most amazing things li...
IN THE MIDST OF... in Postcards 4
…of settling in, of moving back in to the house, George gets to go back to docent at the Automotive Museum. I am left with the trivia of settling, while he gets to run after small children...
UP in Postcards 4
<center></center> So up I pulled myself up the stairs, and everyone cheered. In the afternoon, George and I went mattress hunting. He found what he liked on line, we went to that ...
CHEMO BRAIN in Postcards 4
Chemo Brain. I’ve been looking through the old phone and address and not finding what I was looking for. I’m sure I will eventually re-learn how to use my programs, or my anythings, but if I ...
LETS SEE..... in Postcards 4
Copy image address: https://i.imgur.com/A0MBHwn.jpg size=540 For blogs and websites: source: imgur.com Message boards and forums: [img]https://i.imgur.com/A0MBHwn.jpg[/img] The bottom of the Star...
Chaos and Fear in Postcards 4
I lived in Hollywood during the 1965 Watts Riots. I lived down here in San Diego 1992when a brick smashed in Rodney King’s head in LA. And this time, I was here for these riots in my home town....
WEST WING in Postcards 4
<center></center> I slept yesterday until noon. Dear G ranted about it until almost dinner, “Walk, walk, walk; and sit and stand all day tomorrow,” he declared. I shouldn’t ign...
OUT TO SEA in Postcards 4
<center></center> I hope I am not going downhill again. Yesterday I could not remember how to work Photoshop. I felt bereft. Even more so when I couldn’t remember how to make a link...
WALKING IS SUCH SWEET SORROW in Postcards 4
It almost takes a jackhammer to get me moving these days. I confess; I’m the laziest person you know. I’m the lady who used to run on the beach when my kids were small. Even worse, I ...
GLORIOUS FOODS in Postcards 4
I came home a week ago to Chinese takeout. Sunday night was meatloaf, a nice juicy, flavorful meatloaf. He did a little research amongst my old cookbooks, then he added minced chilies. Y...
JIGSAWS in Postcards 4
<center></center> I was enjoying Kay’s entry for the day on a 1200 piece Jigsaw puzzle that arrived for her husband. Kay photographed several stages, and the final image is of the bo...
BANISHING DUST in Postcards 4
A quiet start to the day led to rushing around. The last of the boxes down, or up, and the dust of the last six months banished in the living room. He won’t let me upstairs. George admit...
MAKEOVERS in Postcards 4
Just before lunch time, we headed out into the brave new world. There was a line heading into the bakery. There was another line outside Target, and there was security directing traffic. ...
Home at last. in Postcards 4
I’m almost packed now. The last thing to do is wind up the computer and TV wirings. I will do that in the morning. I will leave the plugging it all back in to George tomorrow. Yes, I re...
JOURNEYING in Postcards 4
<center></center> I walk, I do my cranberry juice, and I watch another episode of …then I do it all again. The journeyers, Tim and Prunella, are now in their eighties, and she...
