Tuesday's Tidbits in Postcards 4

Virga over San Diego and a sub.

• All day I, and other’s here, look out the windows, look south watching for the storm to come in. The greasy yellow grey clouds have us all fascinated. By dinner time, we can see the results of the rain. It fell from our mountains east through the deserts flooding everything in sight. Phoenix isn’t rising from the ashes, it’s sinking under the flood waters. Las Vegas is a giant swimming pool. Palm Desert through Utah, Phoenix through New Mexico, all were hit by massive walls of rain. Those of us here on the edge of the west coast remain dry and droubted. Today it’s to be 92 here at the beach with an equal amount of humidity. I confess, G has the AC on. Oh, guilt.
• Family changes. One grandson out of the military and employed. I worry. Daughter Margot still sending out applications to fire departments lives north in the terrible heat. I worry. Other daughter has a job…I still worry. Granddaughters…some have jobs, some don’t. I keep them all in my thoughts throughout the day.
• Good Housekeeping Magazine reinvented itself. From a staid women’s magazine to a lively series of colorful GOOD pages, it became something I looked forward to reading every month. As Editor in Chief, Rosemary Ellis took charge and created something wonderful and readable for the 21st century. No more series of endless columns in the front and articles to the rear. This was a template for women’s magazines that had failed. Instead lively headers, material that was not only useful but to the point, all laid out under the new headings. GOOD Food, GOOD Health, Good Books…and even fiction. Suddenly, Ms. Ellis moved on to “pursue other opportunities.” What an awful phrase. Now the magazine isn’t GOOD any longer, it’s just bland. Boring. The content seems neutral, and I don’t want to stick around to see it evolve. Someone made a major mistake here. Bland isn’t Good.