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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DAYS LIKE THESE in Postcards 4
Last night we sat by the bay and watched the Volendam leave the harbor. Today will be another time of total relaxation. The Sunday morning news shows leave us comforted as they are designed t...
DAYS LIKE THESE in Postcards 4
Last night we sat by the bay and watched the Volendam leave the harbor. Today will be another time of total relaxation. The Sunday morning news shows leave us comforted as they are designed t...
DAYS in Postcards 4
The skyline after beautiful dinner out two nights ago. ..............................................................................................................................................
FROM PAINTING TO QUILTING in Postcards 4
The AIDS Quilt block I made for Dale. 3x6, made up of words about Dale. The India ink drawing is quite accurate. An article in the newspaper brought me to volunteer for the AIDS Qui...
LOVE THOSE ONIONS in Postcards 4
1986: Watermelon and onion work on paper. Acrylic and pastel, 8x5. Dale and Mage at the cable street house. Off to work this morning. Had lunch with old work friend, and listened ...
LIFE DRAWING in Postcards 4
Advanced Life Drawing, Acrylic wash and pastels, 3 ½ x 5 as a guess. I finally finished reading “Around the World in 80 Days” the Michael Palin book that went with the BBC TV series. N...
THE GIRL ON THE BEACH in Postcards 4
1982: Girl on the Beach, black and white. In the late 1970’s and 80’s, I drew on the beach almost every day. I would take my hangover and my journal to the beach to write and sketch...
EVERYDAY THINGS in Postcards 4
• Scheduling: We are going to be busy these next few weeks. Today Bobbie is coming and bringing the scroll for which she wants George to build boxes. A friend from the store has invited me ...
THE PILOTS in Postcards 4
Two WWII Flyers on break between sorties: Charcoal on rolled paper, 3x3. Owned by BDMK. One of the first classes I took when I went back to college was an upper level drawing class...
THE MISSION BEACH COASTER in Postcards 4
It took me days to do this. India Ink on good paper. 2 ½ feet by 2 feet. Mission Beach Plunge. The back of an invitation to my show at Mile’s, 1983. I got permission to sit o...
THE RED TREE in Postcards 4
1983: Drawn at work. I used to jam my journal in my backpack, and take it with me to work every day. Pens and colored pencils too. After a while, my doodles grew into illustrations. ...
INCHING FORWARD in Postcards 4
1983: The Palms from the backside sketched from the cottage porch. Blue ink in an 11x17 sketchbook I used as my journals. Shortly I am off to my first post sale bookshelf purge. I’m...
MALL THINKING in Postcards 4
1983, G washing dishes. Most of our weekends are often ritualized…Saturday is shopping, breakfast, and he goes to work. Sunday we watch CBS in the morning always commenting that our m...
A RANDOMNESS in Postcards 4
1979: La Dolce Vita tied up at the Southwestern Y.C. After posting yesterday’s awful drawing here, G and I were off to the Friends Book Sale. I thought there would be crowds, but no. T...
WRITING EVERY DAY in Postcards 4
Sometimes there’s a lot to write about, other times my mind devolves to trivia or even silence. Writing every day has been interesting but not thought filled. Mostly I have no topics or m...
GORDO'S in Postcards 4
The 1940’s table with the plant named Monica. October is almost gone. Homes here are beginning to glow with witches, black cats, orange lights, and other Halloween décor. Popup sto...
THE REAL STUFF in Postcards 4
On the corner of Abbott and Lotus Streets, there are three buildings. Pre WWII officer housing, they were floated down from Camp Pendleton, and moved ashore in OB. They have real lathe and pl...
WE INCH ALONG in Postcards 4
1979: My old Zenith, a glass of wine, and smoke rising. We inch along. I have a date and time for my MRI. Mid-afternoon, they say and no food for four hours before. G’s knee surgery...
YES AND YES in Postcards 4
1978: Small bedroom Bookcase. Yes, I found my way downtown and to the library with no problem. My subconscious was worried that there would be no parking, but the lot was half empt...
AN INTERVIEW in Postcards 4
Abbott Street living room with grandma’s booKcase. I really should take the bus, but I can’t figure out how I walk from the bus to the Friends of the Library sales room. I’d take the...
TIES in Postcards 4
From Left to Right: Peaches, blacks, reds, and an assortment of blues. Greys, browns, and yellows. The estate sale had less of interest to me, but a box of ties caught G’s ...
MORE BITS AND BOBS in Postcards 4
Here’s a larger lady in bed writing in Journal Number 5. She’s working on Number 50 Now. • George is cheering as he managed to get Comic Con Badges within the first 15 minutes. He and I will v...
MYSELF in Postcards 4
1981: Old tower 4. No ramp or stairs for lifeguard access. I was not myself last week or even yesterday. Today I am almost bloomingly well. One hour more sleep will do that for you....
DOODLES in Postcards 4
Grandson Alex reports that the new child will be a boy. It’s nice to hear Alex’s voice through my morning haze. We love Alex, but we keep our distance because of his past. We let him reach ...
HEAVY EQUIPMENT in Postcards 4
Photo: Google, Julia E. Across the street, there used to be a small, neighborhood strip mall with Sunshine Liquor in the center. The mall was for sale; it wasn’t for sale, it was, it ...
