MageB ⋅ 83
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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MORE OF THE SAME in Postcards 4
1967 It was more of the same this morning. I had great trouble staying awake while G leapt up and went to work at 6. Finally G and I were off to the heart doctor’s office. They called m...
MORE OF THE SAME in Postcards 4
1967 It was more of the same this morning. I had great trouble staying awake while G leapt up and went to work at 6. Finally G and I were off to the heart doctor’s office. They called m...
SUNSHINE in Postcards 4
Duck’s sunflowers: 6’ x 2’, needle point tent stitch. It’s a week of lasts and a week of new starts too. Joyfully, I use the last of the drop’s in my eye this week. I’ve not been very good ...
MEMORIAL DAY in Postcards 4
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THE WIZ in Postcards 4
It’s been a busy few days. Once I survived the lung doc, we had time to change our clothing and head north with a handful of luscious pink roses. Yes, the freeways were jammed, Yes, I co...
DIAGNOSIS in Postcards 4
A grey to sunshine morning. We left early for the new Pulmonary Doctor’s office, and it was good that we did. Normally it takes me only fifteen minutes, but we caught every light red. I lik...
CHANGES in Postcards 4
Yes, after doing my mountain of meds, I made the bed. I didn’t just pull up the covers and walk away. I did change the pillows around a bit. But I actually made iit look nice. I showered; G...
CONSTRUCTION in Postcards 4
• There used to be a little corner shopping center across the street. The anchor shop was a liquor store that wasn’t well patronized. I didn’t see anything illegal there as I used to in...
JOURNAL VISITORS in Postcards 4
From Volume 12. I don’t write much anymore, but I used to. I have acres of hand-printed journal entries to prove it. Several of my friends used to come over, perhaps on the weekend, and r...
LOCAL in Postcards 4
From Cesarina: Apple Crumble Pannacotta. For many long years we lived right downtown OB or a half a mile away from downtown. We ate there, we shopped there, we had our cars tuned up there,...
GREY in Postcards 4
The sky is a varied grey. The trunks and branches of the trees surrounding us are much the same color. The news stations show us that a rain storm is heading our way. They don’t’ give us...
MAKING THE BED in Postcards 4
An early bedroom layouut. In a September 2017, a New York Times article by Katherine Rosman caught the magic of making your bed. “When Adm. William H. McRaven was stationed in Afghanistan,...
OLD PICTURES in Postcards 4
We all have pictures like this. That’s Don Fulford sitting in the middle. I don’t remember the other two guys. That’s also my old white sofa and a self-portrait from a first painting cla...
SLEEPING IN in Postcards 4
Life is pretty darned good these days. I can’t sleep well or see well, but once I get going I’m good. Some of life requires a sense of humor. The Sears washing machine man said the part...
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY in Postcards 4
Happy Mother’s Day to you. George considers it a Hallmark holiday. I ignore it since I consider myself one of the world’s worst mothers. There were a lot of mother’s like me in the sixt...
SMALL EXCITEMENTS in Postcards 4
Zoey and George 2007. • Our calendar is filling up with Zoey things. There’s her backstage work at the theater…yes we will take her flowers even if we can’t see her on stage. Then a call...
HOT LAUNDRY in Postcards 4
Hot Laundry: Acrylic and Pastel. I have to admit that I am really grateful not to wash my laundry and hang it out on the line in 100 some degree heat as my grandma did. My mother insisted t...
BOXES AND TRAINS in Postcards 4
Prototype. We were up at four and out of the house by four thirty. As an experiment, we parked the car at the Old Town Trolley station, and took the trolley to the train station downtown...
AH, THE EXCITEMENT in Postcards 4
I came upstairs after starting the laundry to find all sorts of excitement out and front. Big red units with lights flashing. The street closed, and a scattering of blue uniforms too. There ...
MEASLES in Postcards 4
FREEWINDS, The Scientology ship. April 2-14, Aruba. Airports are quarantined. Movie theaters are quarantined. Schools are quarantined. The ship, above, is quarantined as a crew member h...
QUIET in Postcards 4
Life is very quiet these days. Saturday we ate breakfast out, occasionally holding hands under the counter. We miss the old manager there, and this day there’s another new one. I found i...
A LITTLE WORD in Postcards 4
Alex and Cris. Lost. Cris took grandson Alex, and her daughter Kensie, to the Philippines to show off their new son, Max, to her family. There was a truly nasty, 6.1 earthquake outside...
GRATEFUL INDEED in Postcards 4
Near the entrance to the convention center is some old fashioned color. • Having a cataract removed isn’t as easy as everyone says. At the surgery pavilion, everyone treated me wonderfu...
HOME AGAIN, HOME AGAIN in Postcards 4
..........…loop de loop! The new roses. Someone has a sense of humor. Thursday the 19th: We laid out three days of clothing and meds. Yes, one whole bag of his and hers meds. Then we mad...
REMEMBER THESE in Postcards 4
I thought we would go from the house to the cardiac doc to the Spring Round Up Convention. No says G, We need to pick up the three sets of eye drops first, then we need to go get an 11...
