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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Peaceful in Postcards 4
The three masted Barque, Star of India, with work being done on the bowsprit and the foremast before her next sail. Now in the early evening hours, there are faint clouds overhead and an orang...
The Accomplishments.... in Postcards 4
…of the day. I cheated and skipped the pool today. Yes, I did. But I got dustballs off art, I cleaned corners in the upstairs bathroom, I finished a book, I recreated the Excel spreadsheets fo...
Wonderful in Postcards 4
It’s really rather exciting when life begins to return. I was able to call in a prescription in the morning. I even understood what I was doing. I talked with Bobbie and understood her too. W...
Orange in Postcards 4
Slowly I replace the jpgs that were moved and saved before the latest computer collapse. Missing a granddaughter yesterday: brought granddaughter back today….that sort of thing. The only photo...
Lavendar in Postcards 4
Verve in Postcards 4
My colds usually hit harder than G’s, and often last six months or more. I smoked more and longer than he…dumb me. Now asthma, allergies, and continual bronchitis lead all colds to my lungs. ...
A Picture a Day in Postcards 4
No matter what he does to it, my computer boot system is still not functioning. I’m better, but still wallowing in the cold. G has been waiting on me hand and foot. They don’t want me at work...
Ah, Balboa Park in Postcards 4
Here the magic of his notes are echoing down the colonnades. I love going to Balboa Park. The core of the park buildings were constructed for the 1915 California Pacific Exposition in an ersatz...
Achooooo... in Postcards 4
I must confess. I’ve got his cold. A shared cold isn’t exactly a better cold, and I am sinking while he is getting better. He reports this will be a seven day cold. I’ll let you know. Hims...
A Rose is a Rose in Postcards 4
My apologies to you all. I hadn’t known that I was writing negatively. I hadn’t realized that I was sharing my tiredness and feelings of age with everyone here. I hadn’t even known that I was...
In Focus in Postcards 4
The last PT for the shoulder yesterday. I’d given my last exercise list to G thinking it was a receipt. Now that I’ve found it again, perhaps it needs to be laminated. I’ll take it with me to...
One Donation, Two donations, Three..... in Postcards 4
She read a lot, and she loved Christmas. All her caring friends knew about these wonderful habits of hers. They gave her books, and they gave her a little something every year for Christmas. S...
Such a Surprise in Postcards 4
We were struggling with the start up on my computer, again, when the doorbell rang. I let G answer it as I thought it might be nothing important. Happy, joyous voices greeted my ears, and I st...
Great Progress in Postcards 4
George deals well with cranky computers first thing in the morning. It took about two hours to get me up and running again, but he did it. I go to a lot of strange sites, he told me. (The sit...
Photos by Braille in Postcards 4
No dropping the camera this time. Progress. I made a real effort to find something besides roses in the images I was shooting…ants, bees, or aphids for instance. Unfortunately, I didn’t find ...
Us Convention Goers in Postcards 4
I’m feeling more like myself now that I am home and tucked into routine. George isn’t. He’s fighting himself by going on the Atkins diet once again. He’s been quiet, withdrawn, but dogged abo...
The First Rose in Postcards 4
The first rose of the holiday. And it was a great vacation/staycation that had roses everywhere. Sunshine, friends, conversations, gatherings, and meetings. We had a flat out wonderful time. ...
Celebrating in Postcards 4
George’s company will not be moving the business down the coast closer to our house. He will be able to continue working from home in his PJ’s…he does have some truly delightful robot PJ’s too....
Book Day - no foolin' in Postcards 4
I’ve become a very bookish lady in my old age…if seventy three is old. When I was a kid, I had one bookcase in my room. When I came back from the Army, I had gramma’s old white bookcase then ...
Bits and Bobs in Postcards 4
All of life is made up of bits and bobs of things. Ones plans fly out the window if one, that is me, doesn’t remember that Bobbie gets out of her pool at 0930. No pool for me today. G got M...
Centering in Postcards 4
We puttered our way through The Ocean Beach Library’s big book sale Saturday morning. One of the ladies who volunteers at the Discovery Shop laughingly yelled at me that I didn’t need any more ...
Desktops in Postcards 4
For years I had an image of a rusty old railroad engine boiler as my desktop. Green on the bottom, terra cotta in the middle, and blue grey on top. Simple. Quiet. I was able to work on top o...
Busy Bunnies in Postcards 4
We are being very picky about our bunnies, our chicks, and our décor at the store this year. Somehow, last year’s bunnies won’t do for this year, and they’ve been donated to us by the acre. Th...
Busy Birthday in Postcards 4
Rush, she forgot her glasses, wait, rush again….you have had mornings like this. Yesterday we did. Zoe’s birthday, and we met Zoe and her mom for breakfast at Perry’s Breakfast Café for our hi...
Home 2015 in Postcards 4
I confess, we are celebrating Zoe’s birthday today as well as making potatoe salad and chocolate chip brownies. Zoe’s Birthday is the most important thing, but an AA Guru will be speaking at ou...
