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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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Before and Middle in Postcards 4
Mage with Dr. Peterson Off came the half cast, stitches, and bandages, then X-rays, and now a purple short cast. It’s just fine. No sign of infection. I can go to work….one handedly, and I c...
Don't Forget to Vote in Postcards 4
I flat out like busy months, and November looks like it will be a very busy month. Tomorrow is cast off, wrapping off, and hopefully everything is ok inside the bandages day. Something is stic...
Dia de los Muertos in Postcards 4
Día de los Muertos photo copyright collider.com For those of you who don’t live influenced by the passions of Mexico, today is the third day of Dia de los Muertos. In Latin America, this is the...
Oh, I Laughed when I tried On My Pants in Postcards 4
Schmidley who didn’t open her eyes, eating at Guadalajara in Old town. Frankly, I was surprised to discover that I couldn’t fasten my levis while wearing my football sized bandages so I wore goo...
Does It Still Work? in Postcards 4
I’ve had to make multiple blogs so I could stay in touch with my now scattered Open Diary friends. I didn’t want to lose them. Only on my Blogger page did I make a list of all the pages I read...
Fixing Dinner for Charlie in Postcards 4
A portion of Charles Kassler’s mural, “Pastoral California,” 1939. In the mid 1960’s, I found myself out of work. One day at the exact moment the phone man was disconnecting the phone line, I w...
.An Old Lockridge in Postcards 4
Only now do my old aches and pains wake creaking their way past the new pains of dismemberment of disarticulation of disintegration used to create the new me. Himself: He says he is feelin...
Football Handed Me in Postcards 4
Steam engine on its side. Alaska. (I apologize for the lack of capitols. One handed typing is not my forte. This is written so I will remember, and I apologize if my surgery synoppsis bother...
Tomorrow and Tomorrow in Postcards 4
Tea with honey please I smile as you pour from the round table by the long windows you smile back as I wait, watching the world wake, the rising sun turn the sky to blue The fogs move back out...
Waiting For..... in Postcards 4
Poolie was commenting last month on how few folks were stopping by her blog these days. I find that my visitor count is about the same, but my notes are few. I think that journaling and bloggi...
Sunday Snippits in Postcards 4
Top: Janey at work facepainting at Petco Park. Bottom: Jo visiting me. • It’s the usual Sunday stuff. Breakfast in Bed with CBS Sunday Morning. Yes, I remember Charles Kuralt. This show a...
Lead Sleds in Postcards 4
1951 Mercury, “Big Orange.” A small crowd of folks with a little grey here and there. Lead sleds. Lead was used as the filler post WWII. These are old white guys low riders. The precursors t...
More Things in Postcards 4
Grumpy visiting Dale Craig. I hope I am home when Margot comes to visit tomorrow. After my dip in the pool and breakfast, I see the eye doc and take Grumpy to the Alarm company. I’ll take a b...
Life is Good in Postcards 4
A display at the American Cancer Society Discovery Shop. No Complaints at all. I’m a bit dogged this week, but I’m not complaining about it. Mammogram this morning. Now they give you a scarf...
It's a Pink Month in Postcards 4
Don’t put it off. Get that mammogram. Do it. My best friend Jo didn’t….she went north on a trip, and only when she got back did she go to the doctor’s office. She knew there was a lump on on...
Grumpy Euber Alles in Postcards 4
We had been good humans. Dinner, meeting, and Target also to replace more batteries that quit at work yesterday. We wandered our way through the two story store in the valley…slowly, and got h...
Errands in Postcards 4
Isn’t there a song in here….”Errands, I’ve run Errands.” And without being too much of a grouch, I got a lot done. Photos and an album posted for “Great Curves.” Boy, the Facebook Album prog...
Bits of My Days in Postcards 4
The Star of India heading out to sea. Photographer: The Geezer. 2013. Small things please me. Wonderful cool nights at last. Our windows stay open till the first heat of the day. The ocean ...
The Blue Man Group and the San Diego Civic Theater in Postcards 4
Above: Ellamarie and Jackson Woolley. San Diego Civic Theater Mural, ca. 1965. Photo: Steve Aldana from the KPBS. Above: Civic Theater in 2014. Photo: MGB. Modern Architect, Lloyd Ruocco, des...
Changes in Postcards 4
Cabrillo Bridge into Balboa Park. Always changes. It’s life, but I confess to being a little cranky about the changes yesterday. Downright bratty, actually. After a long interview with the pre-...
Diving into my day... in Postcards 4
Halloween 1985: A Pregnant nun and bag lady. Daughter Laka and me, a few years away from baglady-ship. The days here on the coast have been glorious. Only wisps of fog cling to the skies over ...
15 Things in Postcards 4
Cabrillo Lighthouse up on top of Point Loma. I am not one for meme’s, but the idea of writing fifteen favorite things down in five minutes captured my humor. Perhaps these would be in better b...
Weekend Plans in Postcards 4
I leapt back into normalacy this week coughing all the way. Thursday: G will feed kitties first for a neighbor gone to her HS reunion. Glasses fitted. Oh, I love my frames and now want turquo...
Throw Back Thursday in Postcards 4
1985, June first, before Laka’s graduation: Left, Laka, Right, Margot. Feeling better. I went to work yesterday and only faded out at the end. There weren’t enough new books to fill the shelve...
Unrequited Guilt in Postcards 4
Grumpy at the winter beach. Grumpy at the Tory Pines Glider Port A lovely blogger names Lily writes about leaving notes on badly parked cars. She asks, “Have you ever left an anonymous note fo...
