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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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January 22, 2019

THE MUSIC MAN in Postcards 4

I need to do this image over. Nothing seems to be in focus…was the original? There’s too much contrast, but it’s too much of a charming yet powerful photo to let go. Look at the adoratio...


January 21, 2019

AN AFTER GARAGE in Postcards 4

We actually spent a day and a half in our garage braving the dust and assorted mold spores to create less chaos. It worked. It’s absolutely exhilarating to walk into a space and know exac...


January 20, 2019

ANOTHER GARAGE CLEANUP in Postcards 4

<center></center> We were good folks yesterday. We folded and addressed stuff for the Spring Roundup most of the morning. There was a quick stop at the library sale to grab a chil...


January 18, 2019

BEFORE AND AFTER in Postcards 4

Before. After. All of us OCD folks are pulling out hair out where I work. So many donations have arrived that we ended up just putting them anywhere they would fit. For two days ...


January 16, 2019

CROSSED OUT in Postcards 4

Photographer: PAH. Image from a contact sheet. 1967. I’m inching my way though this shot taking out the big black X. Probably no work on it today as I just deleted a batch of photos fr...


January 15, 2019

COWLS AND SCOOPS in Postcards 4

Photo: Paul Adams Hawkins. Subject: Victory ships vents, or scoops, as the ships were dismantled in Long Beach. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Himself: Made bread instead of...


<center></center> Photo: Paul Adams Hawkins. • Margot gave me a chance to scan some of Paul’s photographs. She brought them home from his Arizona house after his death. Some I rem...


January 13, 2019

FROM KATREN in Postcards 4

Is there a rail line near your house? Three miles away is a station for old town Amtrack and the trolley What is your favorite flavor of potato chips? Lays Sour cream flavored How far do you live...


January 11, 2019

IMPORTANCES in Postcards 4

Katy Susan Yesterday was an important day for me, in a way. I embarrassingly discovered that I moved all the Sherlock Holmes mysteries and filed them under Holmes instead of Doyle. At le...


January 09, 2019

Remembering in Postcards 4

I forgot almost everything this morning. Not my teeth or ears, but everything else of importance. I’ve finally found a way to remember things like teeth or ears…I put those directly in front ...


January 08, 2019

ON THE WALL in Postcards 4

George headed off to the Maker’s Place Sunday, and once again I headed for the beach. There was a parking spot right at the sea wall, and the surf was roaring. The tide was out, and so e...


January 06, 2019

TAKING DOWN THE TREE in Postcards 4

My hands are perfectly steady when I start, this isn’t such a memory filled tree as many others were but I have liked it the best of all. Soon, I discover, I cannot remember where things...


January 05, 2019

MENDING in Postcards 4

I must tell you that I truly dislike buying things that come apart the first day. As Christmas moved through its days, a little pile built up over by the sewing machine. A bright red laundry ...


January 04, 2019

LOST AND FOUND in Postcards 4

Ocean Beach at Christmas. The tourists stand on the sea wall watching the surf. Next to them is a drunk homeless man repeatedly throwing his belongings down to the ground with great anger. A...


January 02, 2019

THE BRIDE in Postcards 4

2006 Tom and Betty during a San Diego visit. Most importantly this weekend, my cousin Tom’s Bride of 65 years is now dancing in heaven. Those two danced with the Fred Astaire group almost ...


December 31, 2018

THE LAST BOOKS in Postcards 4

The Last Books … I found this on “Letters from a Hill Farm.” https://lettersfromahillfarm.blogspot.com/2018/12/the-last-books The last book I gave up on A Man Called Ove…Given to me by G and ...


December 30, 2018

VIEWING in Postcards 4

The Disney Wonder. It’s gorgeous out there. Glittering sunshine everywhere. Cold too. The thermostat on the back of the building says 52F…11.1C, but the one on the front says 47F….7.8C...


December 29, 2018

GLIMPSES in Postcards 4

2017 Reenactors at the Cabrillo Lighthouse on the top of the point. Life is getting better all around. George’s cold seems to be vanishing quickly which leaves me to believe it was an all...


December 28, 2018

NOT YET in Postcards 4

A putting away This holiday is 12 days long, and it’s only just started. We have cleaned up after Christmas Eve. It’s the traditional present opening time at our house. I put all the ke...


December 26, 2018

JUST WHAT WAS NEEDED in Postcards 4

Mid-afternoon of the 24th, the living room filled with marvelous friends, one granddaughter, and one daughter. They helped put the last of the soup together….oh boy, did I make too much soup....


December 22, 2018

SHARING THE HOLIDAY in Postcards 4

2017 A Red Holiday. Many of us are still bustling around getting the last of the holiday things together. Here, all the décor is in place, presents wrapped or planned, and our desserts ar...


December 21, 2018

NOT ALONE in Postcards 4

I’ve been really slow on the uptake lately. I keep a backup blog here at Prosebox, a reaction from the old OD days. I hadn’t notice that one of my favorite people had not written in a month. ...


December 19, 2018

WHAT FUN IN BULLET POINTS in Postcards 4

Originally the garage for the library bookmobile, now where incoming donations get sorted. Originally the storage area for the bookmobile books. • Most importantly, we get to skip the ...


A granddaughter in the Nutcracker many years ago. The sun is out, beautiful cumulous clouds fly through the sky, and we are recovering from a weekend of being social. We had a great weekend...


I am still doing Christmas stuff. George is still down in the garage working on boxes for Bobbies show of scrolls. There are still bits of Christmas things scattered here and there desp...


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