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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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Is it in focus? in Postcards 4
USS Midway Museum. The Retention Excellence Award (previously known as the Golden Anchor Award) is an award given by the United States Department of the Navy for success in re-enlisting their...
Being Polyannaish in Postcards 4
A delightful Duck in Egypt, unknown year, scanned 2016. I’m hoping we can fit two haircuts and a trip to Rosie’s Quilt Shop into the next three hours. We are both shaggy…G more than I, and I ...
That feels good.... in Postcards 4
1963 or early 1964: Gimpa with his great-granddaughter Margaret Millicent. Yes, finishing a project feels really good. I plowed through the loose family stuff and Duck pictures stuff with a ...
Loose Family Photographs. in Postcards 4
I’ve gathered a collection of my loose family photos and have begun scanning them. I had thought everyone was scanned until I opened one folder. This one says Mrs. MM Hunt…. Margaret Millicent...
A Simple Day in Postcards 4
A quilt given away to the pound for dogs to sleep on. I bought it for two dollars, and found a matching rose fabric to repair it. Simple./ It’s a simple day today. Even if I sew seams wr...
Simple Mind's Survey in Postcards 4
What country do you call home? Do you like it? Any plans to defect? If you could live anywhere in the world and didn’t have the usual constraints (e.g. family, work), where would you choose? US...
An Afternoon with Schmidley in Postcards 4
Delightful. It was delightful. Schmidley and I have been talking via the internet almost forever. We have visited her home in Arlington, and she has visited us here. This time we ate and play...
Weed Entomology in Postcards 4
These blocks will be symbolic of weeds at the edge of a corn field. The Word Detective writes, ““getting into the details,” often with the inference of getting into too much detail.” The Urba...
Photo Books in Postcards 4
Saturday in Balboa Park, some of the museums had book sales. Among them was the Museum of Photographic Arts. One gentleman had beaten George to the table, and he had bought a giant pile of the...
Domesticities in Postcards 4
Slightly fuzzy me headed out with a list this morning. A very domestic sounding list with things like CLEANING, RENEW LIBRARY CARD…those sorts of capitol, day to day items. I’m always amazed a...
Breast Cancer Awareness Month/EDIT in Postcards 4
You all know where I volunteer. Why? My father died of mouth cancer, my mother had many cancers starting with colon cancer in 1948. My mother’s father had cancer and my father’s mother had br...
Amusements in Postcards 4
• Almost an hour at the doctor’s office this morning. Questioned deeply by a delightful new Nurse Practitioner. Every day I seem to feel a bit more energetic tho my ear, and several sinus’s ...
Wonderful Things in Postcards 4
Pins bought at an estate sale…broken but I love em. One of those mornings. No CBS Sunday Morning, faint me, and lovely pins G bought me at an estate sale yesterday. We had seen pictures of th...
I love Fridays in Postcards 4
Feeling better. Off to work and the last BBQ of the year. There is joy in the old town tonight.
Work, Work, Work! in Postcards 4
I confess, however much passion I have for my job, they didn’t want me there yesterday. I sound like I have a cold, but after two weeks it’s still in my head only. Yesterday, instead of boxin...
Architecture from the Bauhaus to Deconstructivism in Postcards 4
Bauhaus in Dessau, 2003, Copyright Wikipedia. At the end of World War I, a cultural relaxation in Germany led to a radical experimentation in the arts and architecture. The left wing in the a...
Dozin' the Day Away in Postcards 4
That’s me today. Often I get earaches from dust. One of those started four days ago. Suffice me to say, it grew and I slept all morning today. Probably more later. G is working hard on some...
Hot Stuff in Postcards 4
Sahara, my middle granddaughter tells me that I need to use Thumb Drives to save stuff. I think somewhere here there are floppy discs, and there certainly are Zip Discs in the bookcases too. ...
Fragments on an Endless Birthday in Postcards 4
The Star of India with a gathering of fish. It’s a quiet day today. Nothing much to write about. I tidied surfaces yesterday by throwing excess papers away. Marta is moving the dust around ...
Taking it all in... in Postcards 4
At my top weight. Again, I am going through my closet. Oh, I’d like to be losing weight faster, but as long as it keeps coming off, I’m fine. My clothes aren’t. I still have that pair of d...
Richness in Postcards 4
Captain Poolie. After a truly busy morning hunting for but not finding a pair of new faded green pants and breakfast out, I was lazy most of the afternoon. Somehow I still seem to be celebrat...
There goes the Neighborhood in Postcards 4
Sandwich from the Getty buffet. • I can quilt today. Imagine having the time to put color next to color. • Meals: this sandwich at the Getty was delightful. A curried chicken with golden...
LA and London Art in Postcards 4
Downtown LA from the Getty. The very early hour train to LA was wonderful but late. Lunch with Bobbie and her niece, thrift shopping, dinner, and then I went with her to her painting class. ...
9-11 in Postcards 4
1971, sitting in the Imperial Beach back yard. For many years, I was very uncomfortable celebrating my birthday. I awoke that 9-11 froze in front of the television. All that horror. I took...
Journal Decisions in Postcards 4
Contents of half the “Attic.” With George’s help, the contents of half the attic, that space behind the doors above the closet, was brought down. What’s there? The red pillows. Pillows to ...
