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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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BOOM in Postcards 4
I confess. I read yesterday. I still have two bookcases to go through…one today. Those were two powerful memoir/reminiscences I read. The sort of thing that sticks with you. I have the Brad...
Organizing Heroically in Postcards 4
Next will be the tall bookcase. <center></center><center><font size="1">Next will be the tall bookcase.</font></center> I failed at ruthless yesterday and d...
Books and Love in Postcards 4
2007: The big bookcase downstairs when it was SciFi and cookbooks. When I was a kid and teen, I was sent to my room every single day for some failure or other. Books were my solace. I would...
The Lazies in Postcards 4
“Book of Mormon” was great stuff. We had a great time in wonderful not-at-all obstructed, half price seats. At the end to see the 3000 member audience standing and cheering was hugely thrillin...
Taking a Drive.... in Postcards 4
…not taking a drive. The Sunrise Highway. We set out Sunday morning to have a little adventure. Nothing extravagant mine you, just a short jaunt to the mountains and back. Back country roads...
Nearly in Postcards 4
The old Lighthouse up on top of Point Loma often in the fogs. The new, Victorian era, lighthouse and quarters down, under the fogs of Point Loma. Tomorrow will be leap day this leap yea...
The Now Day in Postcards 4
An old work boat by the bay. • Most diabetic folks are way ahead of me. Not only do they know the diet, they know a yogurt that doesn’t have a texture like sand. I’m treating the search for...
My Day in Postcards 4
Slowly but surely the Eleanor Roosevelt My Day Columns have been transcribed and put on line. Frankly, I’m fascinated by them, and today – after a struggle to access the pages – finally was abl...
Family Pictures: Margot in Postcards 4
1963: Margaret/Margot on the front lawn of #20. Margot has lived a fractured and frightening life coming out the other side triumphant. She lives now in Escondido, has a double AA from our l...
Family Pictures: Mother 2 in Postcards 4
1937: Madge with the Linen Chest façade she designed. With her husband and daughter, she moved to a big house in Chula Vista near the San Diego Golf Course bought by her father. There she b...
Family Pictures: Mother in Postcards 4
Margaret, called Madge, at 8 months and 3 weeks old. A brief Bio: Madge was born into a family that had a strong engineering bent combined with golf leanings. Her father was an electrical eng...
Family Pictures: Milaka in Postcards 4
Milaka at the lily pond in Balboa Park Since you all responded to my family images far, far better than to my odd humor, I have a few more family pictures to offer you. Milaka and Tommy rea...
Roses in Postcards 4
It’s my eldest daughter’s birthday today. After a bad start in life, for which I will always be responsible, she grows happily into her own person. It’s interesting to wonder which is more imp...
The Kids and Us in Postcards 4
Grandma Maudie with Margot standing and Milaka crawling. My photos are mostly uploaded now as are those of my daughters. Living with a professional photographer at the time, I didn’t have any ...
Mitzvah's and Uploads in Postcards 4
The days go by fast. We went to our first ice hockey game in support of a friend with esophageal cancer on Wednesday. A whole wad of us sat up in the nosebleed seats and yelled support as he r...
Saved my AIDS Quilt Pictures in Postcards 4
The Heart quilt block made from AIDS Walk a signature panel. Both G and I are pulling our hair out. Our server-owned modem is dying/dead, and neither of us can get anywhere online. He’s very ...
Catalina and The Star in Postcards 4
Folbot…yes it folds. Slowly I work my way through my photo storage files. Frankly, I don’t begrudge the time as I am really enjoying looking at many of the pictures again. Yes, I am being pic...
Happy New Year in Postcards 4
Christmas Amusements. After all those weeks of photo struggles, I’m now in the process of moving in to Photobucket. I can make an album now. I can transfer photos in, and I can delete. Each...
Superbowl Puttering in Postcards 4
Boy do we have Barbies at the store. I’m pretty much ignoring the Superbowl. George may watch it. The game may be good this year, he tells me. I admit to enjoying the creativity of the comme...
Orts of the Day in Postcards 4
• It’s World Cancer Day. Coming as I do from a two disease family, alcoholism and cancer, I pay attention to World Cancer Day. I’m sure I told you before that both my mother and father had c...
Mostly Mage in Postcards 4
The day I joined the Army. I loved that baby blue, adult dress. Snapfish made the decision not to add an address link to their customer’s pictures. I’m sorry. They have been a very reliable ...
Wind, Rain, Hail, and Sleet in Postcards 4
I was happily reading away in one of the old Vorkosigan volumes. The television was on to add a little weather news in the background when one of those beeping screeches sounded. Sat me uprigh...
Gratitudes in Postcards 4
2015 Blue. We are curled up at home this weekend. I’m puttering about. No, the living room isn’t going blue so very soon after the latest color change, but I liked seeing these two pieces t...
Wheels within Wheels in Postcards 4
Ya know….things are all ok. I wait for results, I wait for the Tylenol to work, I talk with friends in the hot tub while they wait and make decisions. I sign into Photobucket but keep looking ...
MY DAY... in Postcards 4
…our day, and his day too. It's his birthday. I admit my mind was fractionally taken away by the dawn repeat mammogram and ultrasound. And too, my attention was diverted by the sinus agony b...
