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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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Renewal in Postcards 4
Now today I got up on the right side of the bed. It’s nice to start a day like that. Of course, I didn’t want to go to the pool, but I did. I’m practicing standing on one leg in the pool. A...
He's Such A Nice Guy in Postcards 4
I wake up in the mornings as Mrs. Ugly-Behaviors. It’s only with the greatest efforts that I restrain myself from groaning loudly or saying what I am thinking. He brings me coffee. I force my...
That Was Exciting in Postcards 4
So there we were, dressed to the teeth, standing in a flooded kitchen in our now soggy socks. The giant blue rug went into a bucket, and towels were strewn about to sop up the water. We fled t...
Friendship in Postcards 4
Seedys was a true friend that day; she rode with us up to the summit on the White Pass Railway. I know she had done it a thousand times with other touring visitors to Skagway and was burned out...
Oh, Vanity! in Postcards 4
On a clear day, you can see the mountains. Today will not be a clear day as the off shore winds will be blowing dust and desert detritus our way. Santa Ana winds will win this weekend through ...
HMS SURPRISE in Postcards 4
The SURPRISE against a sunset on San Diego Bay. Himself:The snow damaged cars are coming into the Audit queue. He’s got us into the last year of “West Wing.” Me: Bad accident where I had to de...
Busy, Busy Days in Postcards 4
I can’t do layout and paste up like I did in 1983. My cursive went after the stroke in 1989 first, then my carefully cultivated printing, then more small TIA’s kept altering things, then my dra...
Missing Her... in Postcards 4
I confess, this picture of Seedys and her Chevy truck was taken in 2009. I haven’t been to Alaska to see her since, but we have talked often since then. She’s become a friend over our many yea...
More Books in Postcards 4
We had breakfast with Captain Poolie, left, and her sister Mia Sunday. Mia, that wonderful woman, donated 8 bags of books to the Discovery shop. You know me, tho the company was grand, the con...
The things that make up my day today. in Postcards 4
He needs a haircut. Really. I’ll take a book and go along for the ride. We measured my leg for a compression legging that will, hopefully reduce the water retention, the edema, in my right th...
At Work in a Sea of Stuff in Postcards 4
After the pool and a quick bowl of rice cereal of some sort, I’m off to the store. Dear G has made me a half sandwich, today ham, cheese, and lettuce. I drop a small V8 into my orange plaid lu...
Wednesday Orts in Postcards 4
Comic Con is July 9 through 12. Imagine, you will have to listen to me talk about this until July. I’m looking forward to volunteering this year. I’m looking forward to attending. I apologiz...
Old Favorites in Postcards 4
“Good books are friends,” says the fortune from Saturday night’s Chinatown dinner. Yes, they are wonderful things, and I seem to own a lot of them. Unfortunately, I seem to have been making bad...
Going Visiting in Postcards 4
George was brave and drove us up to LA earlier than needed. No wrecks, no rain, but two and a half hours of traffic found us in the middle of a Chinatown Firecracker bike race. We had no idea ...
Those Moving Feet in Postcards 4
The clouds are black overhead, but none of the much ballyhooed rain has fallen. Storm surf pounds the retreating sand, and the sea gulls sit in groups their heads pointing into the wind. It’s...
Tuna Seiners in Postcards 4
We so rarely see the old style tuna clippers any more, so I was quite surprised to see the Chac Mool in Ensenada. Last time we were down there, all we saw were wrecks and very tired ships. Thi...
Words that Work in Postcards 4
I’ve been trying to broaden the scope of my thinking a little every day. I can understand the “Essential Dali Lama.” Merton and “Gift from the Sea” aren’t processed so easily by my learning di...
Bumpers in Postcards 4
I have little to say even to my truck these days. Yes, I talk to my truck, I talk to my shoes as they come untied and come loose, and I talk to my dinners and lunches. The days are warm and I...
Tid Bits and Other Magical Orts in Postcards 4
I always like quilts, and this one offered a huge impact as I walked in the door to the Mingei this Saturday. It’s called a House Top Quilt. 1940’s, cotton. Am I looking down on a house….seem...
Refreshments in Postcards 4
He surprised me. We ate lunch out, and I went along with him when he went up to the park this noon. It gave me time to see the black dolls at the Mingei. I love that museum. And I could sit...
Family in Postcards 4
Pakistan: Brother and George. As George’s dad lay dying, his mother would tell us nothing. She forbad the doctors and the nursing home to give us any information either. We were allowed to v...
A Long Read in Postcards 4
I’ve been slowly absorbing the newestAnne Morrow Lindbergh volume of diaries and letters, Against Wind and Tide. I can’t read it in great chunks as I have done her other volumes, and in fact I ...
Rugs and Other Sundries in Postcards 4
I come home from my jaunt to the pool today to find the laundry going around, bread rising, and the crows fed. In response, I did most of the dishes. There were more hiding behind my back, lau...
Perhaps Projects in Postcards 4
I stir in the night with my brain filled with thinking, I wake still hoping for some clarification, and the day flies by with nothing clearly shaped. I’m determined to write more meaningful thi...
Bigger Monitors and More Crows in Postcards 4
He feeds the crows first thing. Rushing yesterday. Perhaps he still feels guilty for using the hawk call to chase off the parrots for he also chased off the crows. Rushing through the morning ...
