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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FINDING THAT BOOK in Postcards 4
Once long, long ago I asked my librarian friend Katy, sitting up there on the bench with me, how to find a book. She mentioned that she used ABE books to look for books at her bookstore job. F...
SCREAMING DOMICILE SURVEY in Postcards 4
1997 CALLED AND IT WANTS ITS SCREAMING DOMICILE SURVEY BACKSurvey. DO YOU LIVE IN A HOUSE OR AN APARTMENT? Condo WOULD YOU SAY IT IS BIG OR SMALL? Just right but too tall. It’s three stories ta...
FROZEN IN STASIS in Postcards 4
Stasis is defined as a period or state of inactivity or equilibrium. That’s been me. Frankly, I’m out of balance, on hold, and so laid back that I am frozen in place. From an email sent to C:...
MIXED in Postcards 4
Not “mixed” at all. Instead it is the last box of priced nautical books ready to go downstairs then to the store. All hail getting done at last. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………...
MUTTERINGS in Postcards 4
It’s a warm sweater day. Yesterday was even worse. I’m spoiled and not used to the day time weather being so cold at the beach. Then again, youngest daughter is driving to her new job in the ...
A GATHERING FOR POOLIE in Postcards 4
There was quite a large crowd gathered at a women’s church set far back in an industrial mall. Many wore pirate garb. Pam spoke concisely yet movingly, her Part-Time-Job shrink made us all la...
A BIRTHDAY BY THE BAY in Postcards 4
Margot having fun at her birthday dinner in the dark with no flash. More books. I priced two and a half boxes yesterday. Sometimes it is slow going. The store manager is training everyon...
MARVELOUS BOOKS in Postcards 4
I took the laptop to work yesterday and, after a nasty struggle to access the wireless, began going through the just donated boxes of books. All those boxes, now only 12, are from one family. ...
BLOGROLLS in Postcards 4
Janey at Disneyland in 1983. My mouse got to browsing an old blogging friend’s bookmark list this morning. Perhaps I was missing my old friends after Jim’s death. Most were not blogging a...
A SPECIAL JIM in Postcards 4
Left to Right: 2008, George, Dr. Jim, and Jim O’D. I almost hung up the phone. There was a tentative voice asking for Mage or George…they only do that when they are selling things. Afte...
COOKIE JARS AND OTHER ORTS in Postcards 4
Cookie Jar I don’t like the “Leave a note on the online portal for your doctor” bit. No one gets back to you with anything concrete. I got a diagnosis, and I am left feeling totally aba...
RAT RODS in Postcards 4
…without pictures: Rat Rods. They are not really cars of trucks instead they are artistic creations. This one has a BMW engine. Tires, wheels, hubs, brakes, rear axle, engine and trannie are B...
SARGENT POOLIE IN CHARGE in Postcards 4
2017: Drill Sargent Poolie Whatever is wrong with me reacted very badly with my food intake last night. Poolie tells me, “No whining,” but I’m whining anyway. Her first memorial gatheri...
GIVING BACK in Postcards 4
I make an effort to give back a little to the world around me. This morning on facebook, I saw a video of a world renowned barber giving free haircuts to the homeless. It’s his way of giving ...
GRACE in Postcards 4
The red quilt. I’ve been thinking a lot about quilts lately. I need to put some energy into finishing Bobbie’s Crow Quilt and move on to Margot’s quilt. Fear slows me down a lot. Slowly...
VANISHING in Postcards 4
I read “The little Prince” this afternoon for the first time. Not really for children, I thought. Then again, would children of today understand the symbols and the imaginative allegories. Do...
TEACHER, TEACHER in Postcards 4
Captain Poolie Sails the Seas of Life. She was our teacher. “She brought diverse groups of people together,” Pam told us. She taught us how to live, and how to reach for the good stuff...
A FLYING CROW DAY in Postcards 4
Sahara and Margot check out Bobbies quilt. Thoughts of Captain Poolie stay with me all day. She was with me as I shelved books and fixed meals. I shelved cookbooks and some were really ...
TODAY in Postcards 4
Bobbies Crow Quilt: Top pinned. Back: A cacophony of fabrics. Now I have to find some pieces of my sewing machine before I can start. You know how it goes…you put something somew...
TODAY in Postcards 4
Bobbies Crow Quilt: Top pinned. Back: A cacophony of fabrics. Now I have to find some pieces of my sewing machine before I can start. You know how it goes…you put something somew...
A NUMBING DOWN in Postcards 4
Joleen. November 1979. Poem: Princess Daihaku. I had an eight thirty appointment for a CT scan this morning. After it was done, I stopped in to see the Captain. She was still there. Sh...
HOLDING MY HAND in Postcards 4
Captain Paula one Christmas long ago. We celebrated George’s birthday several weeks in a row. With food. Doesn’t everyone. I tried to be circumspect about it, but G just lived with a ...
SMILING in Postcards 4
A smile in 2005? It’s the Great George’s Birthday. He’s 32 X 2…that’s what he says. He’s the great joy of my life. “I love you to the moon and back,” said the package I gave him for this ...
A BOOK DAY in Postcards 4
The fiction half of the book section. Wednesdays are my book days. The end of the month Wednesdays mean we price with a different color tag. The old tagged books from three months ago ...
A BOOK DAY in Postcards 4
The fiction half of the book section. Wednesdays are my book days. The end of the month Wednesdays mean we price with a different color tag. The old tagged books from three months ago ...
