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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On Track in Postcards 4
What am I doing…a brief but delightful talk with Bobbie. We are all in our seventies now…and what do we want to accomplish with the time we have left. I want to keep writing. She wants to kee...
Spring Renewal in Postcards 4
We are home, and our home is dirty. Ah reality be dirt. There’s a carpet cleaning special for 99 dollars. We need one stairway and one landing cleaned, and that’s in our budget. Since we don’...
To Home in the Morning in Postcards 4
Tomorrow morning, we pack and leave this small hotel room. It was a good idea. We ate most of the foods we brought for breakfast and lunch. Dinner was out on the town every evening. Thursda...
Really Interesting in Postcards 4
It’s really interesting. Fascinating, actually. It doesn’t take long for them to get the buildings ready. In our complex, they are doing two long buildings and a short building each day. Row...
Taking a Triip: Not Taking a Trip in Postcards 4
Slowly we pack. Most of the day has been spent inching our way out of home and into a motel. Good clothes hanging. Can I find my work apron? No. G packs his meds and computer cables togethe...
Awareness in Postcards 4
It was a revolutionary idea, and a Southwestern College art professor brought it to our city. Earth Day. I had no idea what he was talking about. Bob Matheny was a noted artist and teacher. ...
Books On Books in Postcards 4
Even as I begin clearing out the kitchen things and my clogged closet, I’m also sorting out books for the Store. I ask myself, will I read it again? Was it worth reading in the first place? E...
Progress in Postcards 4
L. Tracy, Timothy, and Mage at an SDSU Art Gallery. The doctor is pleased with me. Slowly the weight is coming off. In the 1989 picture above, I’m at the weight I am aiming for….178. I can ...
Links and Other Things in Postcards 4
It’s spring. The trees outside our windows are leafing out in lovely light greens. It’s time for baseball on their beautiful greensward. And, at the store, we are having our Spring sale. I’m...
Unmoving in Postcards 4
I have no idea how bad backs happen, but I have one. Sedentary and unmoving be me. Indeed. Tuesday noonish, pain began creeping around the corners of my back. It was still with me Wednesday ...
BOOM in Postcards 4
Cannon on the Surprise. Life is always filled with small things scattered about. It’s almost tax time. We are slow with the new tax lady. She with us too. They are tenting here for termit...
Being Social in Postcards 4
The Conehead and I in 1984. • G and I have had a very social year so far. He came back from the convention reduced to his usual delightful self. Now that he’s home again, he sits in his co...
Appreciation in Postcards 4
Just taking that vitamin D has made a major difference in my life. I started cutting on that long stalled quilt. I wrote a children’s picture book story inspired by the ladies in my morning cla...
99 X 89 in Postcards 4
I like days where things get accomplished. Since my allergies are being tame today, I spent more time in the pool this morning. That always enervates me. Later, even small things like plannin...
Quilts of Our Lives in Postcards 4
Found quilt: Three patch. The Crow Quilt is moving forward in my mind. At last. At first it was a full sized quilt covered in crows. An art quilt. Then it was a hanging moving from dark ...
Four in Postcards 4
This morning, the air was a clear, sharp, cloudless blue. The water in the pool sparkled almost with glee. Not a lot of us were bouncing around to our instructor’s enthusiasm, but those who ca...
Two in Postcards 4
Bobbie suggested, don’t you like that word, that I post five photos of my latest work on Facebook. My latest works are these roses. Not acres of them, and this time not a single bug, darn it. ...
In the Sunshine in Postcards 4
Home from an intense weekend. There were roses this time. There was also the news that the old part of this hotel was to be bulldozed bit by bit over the next few years. The wide variety of t...
Staycation 2016 in Postcards 4
I’m off to shoot more roses. We have four days down in the valley at a convention. This is the one where I normally get my best rose shots. We will be home in a few days….or more often to see...
Birthday 11 in Postcards 4
Leaving behind all the suitcases and detritus for our upcoming staycation, we head north for a few hours. It’s Zoe’s birthday, and her mom promised her a party at ChuckECheese. We got there at...
Half Packing... in Postcards 4
….or the laying out of stuff. We are heading to the Spring Round up in the Valley. Every year, three thousand drunks, plus or minus a few, gather together for a long spring weekend. We celebr...
A Greening Day in Postcards 4
Knotted seat or step on a barrel. Mother and Gunny used to take me to McDini’s for corned beef when I was a kid. Talking about this in the pool this morning, and all the folks that grew up ...
Travels with George in Postcards 4
We thought we would take a short drive north with our camera’s on this beautiful day. What vehicle? We’d take Grumpy as he needed gas. First to Costco. They have the cheapest gas at $2.39 a ...
Words, Wonderful Words in Postcards 4
One third of the books at work. I haven’t been finishing books lately. I bring it home, and I discover that I truly dislike something in the book. Perhaps the hero isn’t an ok person. The c...
Other People's Stuff in Postcards 4
Bobbies chair, Gimpa’s trash can, Grandma’s clock, my quilt, and a La Jolla ladies mola. I’ve always lived with other people’s stuff. Perhaps my mother did too until the day she bought a sofa ...
