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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2001, Notre Dame in Postcards 4
2001, Notre Dame, bus tour. • I was glued to my news yesterday. Shocked. Like the burning of the Liner Normandie, I was guessing this fire was worker started. An accident. My friend ...
TRAINS, OCEAN LINERS, AND CONVENTIONS in Postcards 4
1999, Queen Mary Life blooms delightfully. Or crowds me delightfully. Yes, I am getting used to all these doctor’s appointments. Monday is a knee post-op. Tuesday, when I would rather b...
FOUR DAYS in Postcards 4
1983 Tuesday went fine until the recovery room and the Afib. Wednesday was a slept most of the day day. Upstairs toilet a problem. Made cardiac apt. Thursday I fell asleep at every opportu...
A QUIET MOMENT in Postcards 4
The knee surgery went very well. As I tried to wake up in the recovery room, my heart burped a bit. Afib, frightening me. But now I know what happened a few years ago, now I know what happe...
HEADING IN in Postcards 4
May of 86.
CHRISTMAS CARDS AND SMALLS in Postcards 4
1982 • If I don’t write every day, I lose the date. • Looking through the files my eyes were caught by these Christmas Cards. The one at the bottom was the last one I did. In the top ...
NEXT in Postcards 4
I went in to find the dominant eye, (right), and measure the Axial somethingorother of my eyes. But it didn’t seem to be working quite right. The tech ran the tests several times. I told the...
ABUNDANCES in Postcards 4
“My love Is like the grasses Hidden in the deep mountain: Though its abundance increases There is none that knows.” Ono No Yoshiki (From a journal entry, 1979) .....................................
IT BEGINS in Postcards 4
Not every day will have a doctor’s appointment tucked into a corner, but many do. No one has discussed a nursing home with me, and I certainly am pleased. Tuesday I can shelve some of the myri...
SUNDAY TO DO'S in Postcards 4
There was something happening everywhere in the park yesterday. Write this. Find a photograph to go in it. Nice stuff. Post this and read a few blogs. Finish the medical forms for three ...
BOOKCASE AND MILLSTONE in Postcards 4
I was looking at old pictures last night as everything was transferred over to this computer. It was such a sadness to realize most of the friends I saw were dead. This doodle was done wh...
A STUFFED CHAIR ANONYMITY in Postcards 4
Have I told you that I was a Commie Pinko Rat on one of Nixon’s bad guy lists. Once so full of my own passions that I marched in support of democracy, now I’m shrunk into a comfortable chai...
biography in Postcards 4
He made this panel for all the lost, unknown, and unloved people who died of AIDS. I woke this morning feeling very ill. I sort-of lay there, sweating, and waited it out on the bed. Aro...
LEXICON in Postcards 4
i On a first date I asked, what do you do for a living and there was silence. I asked again, socially, just to fill the empty spaces before he said pornography with a pause child pornography, d...
ARANGEMENTS in Postcards 4
Blue and Yellow. The day is beautifully sunny and bright. At noon, both G and I drove out to the bone doctor to discover that we didn’t need to be there. He had to “request” the shots tha...
RENEW in Postcards 4
A doodle in color: Mission San Juan Capistrano, inner courtyard. • Life moves on even if I worry about it. The doctor’s office has not returned my calls. I’ll know in more when I go in ...
A PLETHORA OF DOCTORS in Postcards 4
The good pulmonary surgeon. I’m sure this happens too many of us today. The modern insurance set up leads the Primary Care doctor to now pass the buck to the experts. I did ask mine to s...
WHITE in Postcards 4
A Blue living room. 2018. More rain was forecast, but we see only small showers. I plan to spend my day running up and down stairs. Unromantic stuff. The forecast thunder storms bribe...
FEAR in Postcards 4
Ocean Beach by tower 1. 1981. • I’m feeling self-centered today. Diet started, groceries bought, and dishes washed. • LOL • The code for the problem on the car is for the Torque C...
ALMOST SPRING in Postcards 4
Tower 4: 1981, Warm, sunny, and glorious. These last few days of winter really feel like spring. Glorious blue skies, warmth…joyful stuff. We loaded the truck up to the very top and drove north....
SOMETIMES SLOWLY in Postcards 4
I tidied books today at work. The usual art, architecture, photography, plays, poetry, and short stories on one isle. Children’s on another isle. I’m learning, and they are awfully nice to me...
COMING TOGETHER in Postcards 4
It says in my journal that Richard was in town with his best friend Ken. Perhaps it was the last time they were down together before Ken died. I didn’t die. Preop for my knee today. Perhaps ...
MORE BITS AND BOBS in Postcards 4
1978. My brick and board bookcase filled. Abbott St. • The books, CD’s, and DVD’s are done. • My closet is done, his is one quarter done. • I managed to get one more bag of magazi...
MUM AND PUP in Postcards 4
I was amazed at how many mysteries that I was able to pull from the bedroom bookcases. I thought I had gone through them a year or so ago. There they are, two armfuls waiting in the hall to g...
A CHILLY BEAUTY in Postcards 4
Santa Clara Point, Mission Bay. The air is downright chilly. Then again, the chill produces a clarity perfect for taking photographs. And then again, I didn’t take very good photos yeste...
