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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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DISTRACTIONS in Postcards 4
No, I am not sicker. Yes, I fell into an excellent book as well as binge watching an addictive BBC series on longboats. And canals. They did me in. I didn’t even want to talk with the S...
WELL, WELL! in Postcards 4
The Physical Therapist arrived, and only startled me a little. I thought the pleasant OT was scheduled. Nope. She’s finished…what a shame. I did everything G want’s…sit, stand, walk, sh...
Officially in Postcards 4
We almost always go to the “meeting by the bay.” Zoom is such an easy way to attend meetings. I would go to meetings via ZOOM all the time if my fellow drunks wouldn’t look down their noses a...
GREENERY in Postcards 4
The day could have gone better. The OT became truly upset when looking at my cumulative BP’s for the month. 122/62 today would be a best case scenario. Resting. I note that my meds list doe...
CAN HE LIFT ME? in Postcards 4
<center><font size="1">IN ALASKA.</font></center> Isolation is driving us all mad. The first thing Bobbie said to me today was, “My credit score just went up to 850.” Ge...
HUGS in Postcards 4
Captain Poolie. • I remembered a nurse who cared for Poolie yesterday. • The doc says that my immune system is in really good shape. • My core is really weak. I need to build it up...
BIG HAIR 'S in Postcards 4
Yes. That’s my hair not a wig… tho I often used to wear one. Today G is going to trim my head to one inch long. I feel quite daring too. How about half a nanner and half an apple burrit...
A SAGA November 30, 2019 in Postcards 4
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MY FRIEND DIXIE in Postcards 4
I met Dixie Anna at 14 and I was fifteen. Dixie was of great value to me as was her brother. Oh, teen agers. We three went to an alternate High School where we were not the brightest of s...
WIRING: THE HOUSE’S AND MINE in Postcards 4
George has been struggling for weeks to get the TV cable running again. Not. We had dead air, screeches, scattered and broken images, ‘we are starting, we are booting, we are welcoming you, we...
day one: a landing in Postcards 4
Not bad at all. The MD Anderson Cancer Center has gentle and kind well in hand. The pictures on the link below make it all look much better than it is too. If you arrive at noon, all is chaos…....
SMILE in Postcards 4
Our TV has worked on and off for the last three weeks. Yes, I caught some of the first day of the hearings, but mostly the cable box isn’t working. We have internet. This is good. Littl...
HORROR in Postcards 4
• Would you believe: “Castle Rock is an American psychological horror anthology web television series, featuring and inspired by characters, settings, and themes from the stories of Steph...
LOST MY BLOGGER BLOG in Postcards 4
Yesterday, as I was leaving, I noticed that Blogger put up a notice, probably on all blogs. It let all bloggers know that they were going to notify European users about cookies. After I c...
VETERANS DAY in Postcards 4
There’s lots of fuss everywhere this year. Perhaps more than usual. I’m doing the laundry, and G is working. Such normal sort of stuff when many of us are celebrating holidays. CBS gave...
FALL in Postcards 4
Fall is finally approaching Southern California. I have the heavy quilt on the bed, and even some leaves are changing colors at last. Most days I do a doctor thing, yesterday was that CT ...
NOVEMBER ORTS in Postcards 4
• That little cottage once on the corner of Narragansett and Sunset Cliffs is gone now. They bulldozed down the cottage, the trees, and the ambience of old OB, and replaced it with 1990...
HURRY, HURRY in Postcards 4
“I understand you are in a hurry,” said the doctor. “Only because the cancer is,” I replied. The surgeon finally released me to the Pulmonary man. Hurrah. Before going into that office to...
MORE 1 in Postcards 4
Jerry sent all these photos with the label More 1, More 2…etc. Here we all are, almost fifty years later, posing in front of number 20 Second Avenue. Mother and her brother, Uncle Charli...
PHOTOS in Postcards 4
My cousin Jerry sent me a wonderful accumulation of family photographs. Yes, I had many of them, but I had this entertaining one she didn’t send. Here’s a grandfather I never knew and my...
A SAUNTER in Postcards 4
The little diesel railroad the travels near the Zoo. “You had better get used to being with me,” George told me yesterday. He’s cancelled the cruise and stay at the Queen Mary. “Pretty soon...
ALIVE, ALIVE-O in Postcards 4
This is the last free week before chemo. As far as I know. I’m planning to go with G to the park to see the new show at the museum then go to the Zoo. They used to have a low cost member...
BREATH WILL COME in Postcards 4
Each time I wake up from another test, I feel as if I am going to live forever. I know there are more long train trips ahead, there are paintings to be hung, and there are quilts just wait...
CHARMED in Postcards 4
Sometimes, a smile is all you need to center your day. Sometimes a pause in the past is the perfect thing. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Himself: Friday he will be signi...
OUT in Postcards 4
I’m trying to poke G to get out and about today. I’m stirring the pot, jiggling the bowl, and moving the masses around. He’s playing one of those games. I’m not. “Why do you always lea...
