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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January 27, 2021

IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE in Postcards 4

He had tried all over the internet to find his favorite socks. He has a funky ankle which gives him an plus funky foot. These soft socks give him the extra padding that makes him comfortabl...


January 26, 2021

GEORGE'S BIRTHDAY in Postcards 4

Yes, it is. And this kind loving man got up early to get me up and us off to the PET scan place. I really adore him. Have I told you the story of the man who came to dinner? I had an old, ...


January 25, 2021

SHOTS AND OTHER ORTS in Postcards 4

We went an hour early. The lines were long, wrapping around several blocks downtown. I brought coffee, water, and two books having watched the length of the lines on TV. We had our printed...


January 23, 2021

IMPORTANCES in Postcards 4

Is my torn right rotator cuff worth fixing right now? Shall I have my other eye done? No. Yes, finishing the quilt for my friend Bobbie is number one on my list. Next week I get my first Cov...


My oncologist said that the cancer is acting like stage four. Three things he can try to accomplish are to shrink the cancer, slow or halt the growth, and give me a longer and good quality o...


January 21, 2021

A FRESH START in Postcards 4

I confess that I spent an inordinate amount of time this week watching TV and reading the NYT and the WP. Saturating myself. Happily. George has done all that plus tried to find a clinic t...


January 20, 2021

UNITY in Postcards 4

Doug Emhoff, U.S. Vice President-elect Kamala Harris, Jill Biden and President-elect Joe Biden wave as they arrive on the East Front of the U.S. Capitol for the inauguration Joe Raedle/Getty Ima...


January 18, 2021

AT LAST in Postcards 4

Confusions are a part of it, of course. I sent the present I intended for Milaka to Bobbie last year, and she loves it. That haunts me. I did manage to rearrange the sewing area so I can f...


January 16, 2021

EXCITING DAYS in Postcards 4

When I discovered the hard drive I was keeping my jpg’s on was full, I thought I would move them from the 1T to a 2T drive. I thought that first one Terabyte drive was huge. Imagine. It also ...


January 14, 2021

SMILING in Postcards 4

I must admit to leaving the news on much of the time since the sixth. Always in the back of my mind is the question, “What is he going to do next?” Yesterday he played with International rel...


January 12, 2021

STATUARY HALL in Postcards 4

Several times in the 1960’s, I got to go to our Capitol. The first time it was on my honeymoon to Paul. The second was to see it all with George and some of my best friends. No, I didn’t make...


January 10, 2021

TOMATO SOUP in Postcards 4

As the days grow colder, it feels like time for tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches….on fresh bread of course. George makes great bread. Despite the fact that the rabble promises two m...


You have heard all the words. You have seen the images. Like everyone, I was appalled. I was horrified. I believe in protests. I do not believe in angry protests. He grows more like Hitler...


January 05, 2021

CONNIE in Postcards 4

It feels as if it is end of the year time here. Close up shop, put things away time. I have the Holiday cards and letters here next to my computer, and Staples has actually sent us the prin...


January 03, 2021

TODAY NOT TOMORROW in Postcards 4

Time does show as old. We had a SONY disc camera then, and all our pictures from 2001 are textured. I am vastly older now too so do not mind as I see the world in textured fashion. This old ...


January 01, 2021

2021 in Postcards 4

Hola! Welcome to 2021, a year that will be a great improvement. Not only are we starting out the new year with brand new bedding, hidden in the cupboard for two years, we are starting the y...


December 29, 2020

2020 in Postcards 4

Perhaps our worlds will return to some form of normalcy in the coming year. Imagine having friends to dinner. Imagine walking into a store of any kind without a face mask on. Imagine the s...


December 27, 2020

HOPE in Postcards 4

It’s a cold grey day outside. Tomorrow afternoon a heavy downpour will drench us all and keep on going till everyone gets a good dose. We haven’t had even a dusting of dampness this year wh...


December 25, 2020

MERRY CHRISTMAS in Postcards 4


December 24, 2020

CHRISTMAS EVE in Postcards 4

• The eldest daughter, Margot, is on her way here for a drive by. George made her a container of leaning towers of Piza, (Those chocolate wafer and whipped cream towers.) We have a box of...


December 23, 2020

LONG AGO EXCITING in Postcards 4

We always opened presents on Christmas Eve at our house. Once mother was done serving the scrambled eggs, she rushed upstairs to wrap the gifts. Grandma’s boxes were always wrapped in white ti...


December 22, 2020

THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM in Postcards 4

We found a tiny parking space on the Sunset Cliffs high above the sea. The sun was setting, and there were crowds everywhere. Moms and dads and kids with dogs rushed and ran everywhere. So...


December 22, 2020

THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM in Postcards 4

We found a tiny parking space on the Sunset Cliffs high above the sea. The sun was setting, and there were crowds everywhere. Moms and dads and kids with dogs rushed and ran everywhere. So...


December 21, 2020

DECOR in Postcards 4

Our Christmas store has one whole wall of different tree decorations. Over the years I have purchased three or four cats. George has found red trucks. One year I actually used nothing but t...


December 20, 2020

WREATH DAY in Postcards 4

Yesterday was wreath day at Arlington National Cemetery. According to the news, all this was begun one year when a wreath maker had too many left over at the end of the season. That year, a...


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