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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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WHAT DO YOU DO WITH YOUR MORNINGS? in Postcards 4
Bobbie Thanks to a wonderful husband and a coffee maker on a timer, I start my morning slowly. Usually I have time to read for half an hour with the local news as background on the TV. Did...
STILL FRIENDS in Postcards 4
…with an E. Sometimes we don’t see our friends for long periods. We met through work, or volunteering, or even at the gym and stayed friends for years. Then we each went our own way. This ...
REMEMBERING in Postcards 4
Dale Thomas Craig helped keep me alive and supported me during the worst of times. I wouldn’t be here today without him in my life. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Himsel...
THE VETERANS DAY WEEKEND in Postcards 4
George visiting his mom and dad’s grave at Fort Rosecrans National Cemetery. Armistice Day has expanded to cover all wars and all participants. In this militaristic nation, Veterans Day ha...
FRIENDSHIPS in Postcards 4
Old friends Mage and Katy taking a moment to talk in the middle of a giant field. I still have some wonderful friends, but I sadly note that many have died. Not a happy topic. So I hav...
CHAIRS in Postcards 4
Zoe one long ago Christmas. The Retail world doesn’t think like I do. While the time changes bring wonderful colors, crisp air, and layered clothes, they think only of sales. Even our s...
MEMORY in Postcards 4
My friend Dixie called yesterday. She didn’t remember we had visited. “It was a recent memory,” George reminds me, “and not a long ago memory.” There isn’t a thing I can do about it. I can r...
SMALLS in Postcards 4
What’s a small. In the antique and collectible business, it could be a salt and pepper shaker or something else of equal size. While I take to muttering my smalls for the week, I’ll share s...
BLACK AND WHITE in Postcards 4
I’ve been participating in one of those games on Facebook. “Post seven black and white images, no people, no explanation, and challenge someone to do it too”…and I’ve been enjoying it a lot. ...
YES, IT IS A RAMBLER in Postcards 4
Home and back into our routines. Work, read, chores, read, watch TV. I ate something yesterday that kept me up last night. Kept me running this morning. The great G didn’t and is just fine. Pool...
DAYS 5 AND 6: HOME AT LAST in Postcards 4
Because of all the track work, our two trains didn’t connect. We had to stay overnight in LA. G first picked a hotel that had a 1980’s bedspread on the bed. It influenced my whole opinion of ...
DAY FOUR: HEADING HOME in Postcards 4
Milaka and Sahara both got up early again to get us to the train before they had to go to work. We stopped for a sandwich and pie with talk. I am really grateful for all they did for us this v...
DAY 3: POWELL'S BOOKS in Postcards 4
October 25, 2017 Sahara really wanted to come with us this day, so there ensued a discourse on night workers VS grandparents. The compromise was a ten thirty start to Powell’s Books that nirva...
DAY 2: MONDAY in Postcards 4
After coffee and toast, we headed off In our rental to pick up our night worker daughter, Milaka. I was hoping she would come with us today thinking Dixie might remember her. Dixie often talke...
DAY ONE in Postcards 4
October 23, 2017 ” ” We left in the Sunday blackness with a taxi driver who couldn’t drive. Yes, it was scary. Once we got on the bus, for the right of way was being worked on, it was a smoo...
SORTING in Postcards 4
*Portland Union Station * Work has been sorted, and I’m home to sort my own things now. I’ve gained roundness. G says we are Mr. and Mrs. Roundies or the Gordo’s. A very real truth. Daughter ...
LISTS AND OTHER UNTOUCHABLES in Postcards 4
Sometimes I think I am the oldest computer user around. My computer confusions sometimes make me think my friend in Portland isn’t the only dementia sufferer around. Right now I need to preda...
NO MORE PHOTOBUCKET FOR ME in Postcards 4
I’m pulling my thinning hair out. What I do with my blog is post a picture that I’ve taken at the top of each entry. I’ve now lost my third photo hosting service. When I was new at this, I th...
ANTICIPATION in Postcards 4
It was physical time today. We got to the lab well before 7AM, but there was no order. We couldn’t stay to see if the clerk could find it. G had to go to work. Usually I am not a nice unfed p...
WORK, WORK, WORK in Postcards 4
Two days a week, a measly six hours a week, I dress in something I hope I cannot ruin and go to work. I volunteer at the ACS Discovery Shop. I’m sure you know this as I have told you hundreds ...
OFF ROADING in Postcards 4
*1957 Cadillac Eldorado…one of only fourteen made. * The suicide doors on the Eldorado. We left the house exactly at five. We both wanted to run a fresh loaf of bread by the Capta...
NOT FLYING ON A JET PLANE in Postcards 4
Portland Oregon Union Station. We find ourselves double dipping in the midst of chaos. The suitcases come out while doctor’s appointments come calling. Knock, knock…it’s my much appreci...
NOT FLYING ON A JET PLANE in Postcards 4
Portland Oregon Union Station. We find ourselves double dipping in the midst of chaos. The suitcases come out while doctor’s appointments come calling. Knock, knock…it’s my much appreci...
NOT FLYING ON A JET PLANE in Postcards 4
Portland Oregon Union Station. We find ourselves double dipping in the midst of chaos. The suitcases come out while doctor’s appointments come calling. Knock, knock…it’s my much appreci...
THE POOL IS CLOSED in Postcards 4
That’s me in 1983…a little off center in the red suit. I confess that I faked it well enough a few years earlier, and I got a job helping with the Assisted Swim Program at Mesa College. They ...
