And a Good Day or Two in Postcards 4

Peter standing in front of a marvelous Mid-century Modern melamine wall mural by Enrique Paulucci. Media: Pencil, pastel, watercolors.

Each day can be a good day now. I’ve never been good at acceptance, but I am vastly better these days than when I began falling apart. I ranted and raved then. Cried in frustration too. Now days I try to find a new way to make the broken part work better. What a different way of thinking.

Lining the edges of his pool are life squares, not boats or rings, that will hold 12 people. These are from the MS Augustus/MS Philippines, the mate to the Andrea Doria, only recently scrapped.

We did have a delightful weekend. The visit at Peter’s was a wonderful gallery trip into the mid-century artistic thinking. I’m passioonate about Paulucci. I wish he was here not to tell me again where this or that came from. The paneling, the doors, the lights…which ship? I share with you without location…and I will share more later.

Monday: I roared around the ballpark with my walker. Many other days I did too much of a good thing. A rich slice of Farewell Cake at Bobbies good bye party at the store. Desert plus at Peter’s. Did I say Cracker Jack and M&M’s at the ballpark too. Three cookies at work yesterday also…three Oreos. Tomorrow I will be having a slice of cake from Vons. A big slice. Yes, I accept that I seem to be celebrating too much this year, and I am glad I’m beginning to celebrate my birthday again. I still remember the 9/11 victims clearly, but I’m beginning to see beyond the horrors of the day.

A Glorious mural in the dining room surrounded by unique paneling from several ships. A restored table and chairs.

On the patio is a binnacle and other pieces from bridges. Two tall not yet recessed lights, unique first class chairs, and a semi circle bench from the “Love Boat.

• Himself: Working very hard. Teasing me that he’s got something special happening for my birthday. Still cranky about work and bouncing that off me a bit.
• Herself: Putting up with him. Putting up with me forgetting everything…at least I didn’t have to walk back up the stairs today for my keys, wallet, purse, et al. Going in after lunch and shooting a Chico’s event at work because I forgot to do that yesterday.
• Reading: A Baldacci. It’s kind of endlessly negative.
• Gratitudes: That I feel so good, and my hip is improving. That I’ve gotten so much done this week.