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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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The Panamanian authorities come to vet us. We both woke with great enthusiasm and made the dining room before most of the early birds. Pastries instead of croissants for breakfast. On deck t...


April 19, 2014

April 5: Cartegena in Postcards 4

April 5: Cartagena Cartegena. We glided in to dock in Cartegena, and after breakfast joined a tour that included their massive central fort Castillo San Felipe de Barajas, the historic center ...


April 3, 2014: Fort Lauderdale and Aruba Atlanta heading to Florida. We are ho...


March 30, 2014

With a Smile in Postcards 4

The Carnival Elation heading for the open sea. The sun is out. A girl walks by wearing tiny shorts and a giant sweatshirt. Down the hill she goes, her bike in one hand and her dog on a leash ...


2009: Waiting for the shuttle. Now why didn’t he put his mountainous pile next to mine? It would have been funnier. Experiments in posting bootstrap coded images. 2009: Waiting for the s...


March 27, 2014

Postcard From 2010 in Postcards 4

Almost ready to walk the plank. Himself: ”Three,” he calls. He hasn’t tried on anything yet, and I think he will be in shock. Herself: Learning just enough “bootstrap” to get posts on P...


March 26, 2014

Books Everywhere in Postcards 4

The great Geezer brought out the suitcases this morning. I have piles of clothes everywhere to join with those suitcases. Even worse, I have piles of books waiting my attention. What shall I...


March 26, 2014

Test drive Coding in Postcards 4

This is what G shows. This is what I need leaving in the quote marks, comma's and and closing the tag. Here's the old HTML coding without the word style and without the quote marks. See w...


”Who gets this, mom?” Zoe wanted a doll from the movie “Frozen.” The stores were out…back ordered, and we wanted one by Sunday. They must be a huge hit as even the online stores were running ...


March 24, 2014

Online Friendships in Postcards 4

But we did have a lot to talk about: Jeanne and The Great Geezer George. 2014. I like days spent with friends whether those friends are books, folks we have never met in person before, or fri...


March 24, 2014

Online Friends in Postcards 4

But we did have a lot to talk about: Jeanne and The Great Geezer George. 2014. I like days spent with friends whether those friends are books, folks we have never met in person before, or frie...


March 22, 2014

Counting Down in Postcards 4

Just a bit of the Coronado golf course and the strand. I’m looking forward to the weekend. Today I get to play with books and sort donations….yes, it is fun. Tomorrow we are meeting an online...


March 21, 2014

High Clouds in Postcards 4

High clouds at the Tory Pines sloughs, 2013. High clouds and cooler temperatures greeted us this morning. I was so hoping that we’d have sunshine for a Northern visitor. 67 Degrees and mostly...


March 18, 2014

New for Old in Postcards 4

We found a new blue rug to replace this one. But it isn’t the same on our feet or our home. The old rug works better than the new, too dark, too wide, too short blue rug. We both agree that m...


March 18, 2014

What We Wear in Postcards 4

June, 1960. Margaret. The day I joined the Army. Photo: USArmy. My jog into the past this morning was stirred up by an act of rebellion from Tabor. On her last day in Junior High School, sh...


March 16, 2014

Sunday Snippits in Postcards 4

Adding a little color to life. Life isn’t’ dull here. The sky is golden as the sun sets. The sky is blue all day with a strength that leaves you grinning. The trees are a truly lively green ...


My favorite view of the living room. No matter where I am or in what financial circumstances I am, I make homes. Everybody has a knack for something, mine is to create comfort out of nothing. ...


March 12, 2014

Despite Myself in Postcards 4

The little black dress was a big hit last night. I was a little put off when I put on a stunning, new coat over it and was told it made me look larger. I was encouraged by the complements. Nev...


March 10, 2014

Sunday Surprise in Postcards 4

Rail lines into the heart of Chicago from our hotel room, 2011. Last night Lonely Rivers told me there were internships available on Amtrak. (My friend Katy should apply too.) There certainly...


March 09, 2014

Making a Difference in Postcards 4

Dining room table and chairs in a window….with Grumpy. Tabor stirred my thinking this morning. Not only had I thought I would accomplish more with my volunteering, I thought my blogging would ...


March 08, 2014

Travels with Grumpy in Postcards 4

The Geezer with Grumpy. I tried a new hairdresser yesterday. Once long ago, I had a great hair person, but he vanished. He probably took his trumpet to Europe. For the past year, I let my ha...


March 06, 2014

Chirpings in Postcards 4

The old Mission Beach Plunge before rebuilding, and the old me in the center working with someone. Every day on my way to the pool, I think of something new to say here. The minute I get out o...


March 05, 2014

Fit and Finish in Postcards 4

I have to do the floor over again, but I am really happy with the fender. Photos taken: San Diego Automobile Museum, 2014. I bought a “Photoshop for Dummy’s – 12” yesterday. They didn’t have ...


March 04, 2014

Monday's in Postcards 4

1967 Datsun SPL311, 1600. There we were, right in the middle of Captain Poolies very successful muscle Car show reception, and I wander away. You could find me at the far side of the museum lo...


March 03, 2014

Lovely Rain in Postcards 4

Surfing the storm waves. Rain, rain; I still haven’t grown tired of it. The chill in the air, the bands of rain hissing downward toward the ocean, and the drum beat of the rain on the roof. T...


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