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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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Dribbs and Drabs in Postcards 4
Bunting flying from the Cabrillo Lighthouse. When I told Margot that we were heading north to visit a friend, she had trouble not laughing. “You are leaving the beach, mother?” And then she l...
Flag Findings in Postcards 4
I love flags. They are gay, colorful, move in the wind, have a historical context, and are all over the city. This one is a garrison flag on the old NTC – Liberty Station. Here’s a history o...
84 Things Only Poor Kids Know in Postcards 4
A small boat – truck, with a big motor and a bigger flag. Happy 4th of July to you all. My daughter, Laka, found this article via Facebook. Titled, 87 Things Only Poor Kids Know and written b...
Wednesday. in Postcards 4
San Diego County Fair: Star quilt with nine patch centers. I didn’t lift weights yesterday, but I did swim for a short while in mighty chilly waters. If you have goose bumps while working out...
Balance in Postcards 4
Lap quilt: SD County Fair, 2014. Gym, and pool yesterday. Perhaps I overdid the machines or the weather is changing. My hands really hurt. Just pool this morning. Afterwords, Bobbie on the ...
Still Lives in Postcards 4
Still Life. One week, on a Wednesday, she was shaky. The next week on Tuesday, instead of going to a regular doctor’s office visit, her ride called 911 and she went to the emergency room. Sh...
Fair Thee Well in Postcards 4
2014 Red ribbon winner at the County Fair. Hanging them this way is such an improvement over folding and layering them. Visitors can actually see the quilts. Off to the Fair again. We happi...
Life is Good in Postcards 4
Once a ship, now an Alaskan barge with tug. As a determined mosquito buzzed my ear this morning, I woke to thought about my blog. I write little, but I do read you all. I think of you as frie...
TBT: The Mission Beach Plunge Cleaning Time in Postcards 4
*First we cleaned the tiles with acid then we re-grouted the pool. Looks beautiful and ready to fill. In Spring, the old Mission Beach Plunge was closed every year for cleaning. The profes...
Golden Oldies Plus a Few More Excitements in Postcards 4
I stripped the bed yesterday, and lo and behold the back of the mattress cover was paper. What? Yes, shredded paper. I handed it to G to wash and shred further, and this morning I’m off to m...
A Great Day in Postcards 4
The Bride. Why did we switch email addresses? Yes, we could have put one of our four gmail addresses into the endless list of places that needed email. No matter what we did, we had to change...
Did I say Stressful? in Postcards 4
The worst is over. We can dance for a minute now. Maybe five. We changed our ISP. Not all programs are user friendly. No matter how much we struggled, some programs hated both of us. Event...
A FAB Weekend in Postcards 4
Psychedelic image from the FAB fair. First the big sale today. Once that’s over, it’s home to find something semi arty to wear to a Mingei opening tonight. Tomorrow morning we switch from Ear...
Throwback Thursdays and Other Mouths in Postcards 4
1984: A Mission Beach Plunge employee picnic. It’s amazing how nothing changes but the glasses. Those were really heavy glass. 2009: At grandson David’s High School Graduation. I like “Thro...
The Man Who Came to Dinner in Postcards 4
This is one of those fairy stories with a really nice ending. The great Geezer came to dinner one night at a little beach cottage when he was very young. He stayed. The lady who lived in t...
Gunny in Postcards 4
Grandma always laughed when she saw this picture. Gunny is on top….so turn the picture sideways. I laugh too. I never really knew my dad except through the stories of others. He was brillia...
Flag Day in Postcards 4
Sometimes we hang the flag out, sometimes we don’t. I think this year we might. In 1777, congress adopted the stars and stripes as our national flag. The Army also celebrates its birthday th...
Flag Day in Postcards 4
Sometimes we hang the flag out, sometimes we don’t. I think this year we might. In 1777, congress adopted the stars and stripes as our national flag. The Army also celebrates its birthday th...
The Prize in Postcards 4
He won a prize at this game. With his proud mother holding his prize from another game, he ponders his choices. Himself: He’s doing laundry almost every day now. It get’s him up from the ...
Always Changes in Postcards 4
I need to be able to get up from the floor easily. I can't do this now, so I scheduled an appointment with a trainer. After an hour of activity that resulted in new agonies later, I have exerc...
Rhythms in Postcards 4
Life returns to some sort of normal rhythm broken always by the unexpected. My money man came by yesterday with paperwork. Transferring the Pacific Life Annuity into another form of Annuity...
George and Mage go to the Fair in Postcards 4
“We are going to the Fair Saturday,” he told me. “Why that day?” “Because that day is the Fireman’s Demolition derby.” They don’t get points for each crunch, they drive till the last car is ...
Doggeral in Postcards 4
Oh, they’ll be cows and sheep, and high rides to gasp at they’ll be hucksters and shucksters all standing pat. We will not buy the silver whose prices are beyond us but we might buy a purse wi...
Having Fun.... in Postcards 4
*Log cabin quilt: Sunshine and shadow variation. 1890’s. Mingei Museum, 2014. * It was such a pleasure to go into work yesterday and find that the Tuesday guy had priced all the books. I wa...
A Double Book Day in Postcards 4
Tired of coughing, I cleaned out the bookcases. It was just like being at work. It sounds so simple, but it was an all day job. Our housekeeper cleans the tops of the books, and she cleans t...
