Wheels within Wheels in Postcards 4

  • Jan. 28, 2016, 1:46 p.m.
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Ya know….things are all ok. I wait for results, I wait for the Tylenol to work, I talk with friends in the hot tub while they wait and make decisions. I sign into Photobucket but keep looking back at Snapfish. Maybe it’s good I change photo hosts. Snapfish still doesn’t let us humans have access to the photo addresses. I read all the miles of coding and am little wiser.

Losing all those years of cloud photos are really sad, but I have them on two hard drives. Why do you need the address on kind man asks. Why? Because I post to more than one spot. And too, even if I only post to Blogger, Blogger does fill up.

Further wheel turns, Daughter Margot passed her clutter inspection. She thinks empty surfaces and no lace are boring. I certainly understand that one, but I remind her that lace gets dusty. I’m the person who makes little sculptural compositions on almost every surface then has to dust them. I’m also the one who picked a pink teddy bear to be out in public this year. Yes, it adds a sense of clutter to the living room, but every time I notice it, I smile.


  • Himself: Feeling well. Working hard. Cheering us all on.
  • Herself: Rereading Lois McMaster Bujold’s work. Nursing my tooth and sinus. Finally decided to make a hanging not a quilt. Takes a lot of pressure off my soul. I already made "The Last Quilt."
  • Reading: More Magazine…very stylish and perfumy. G is reading too.
  • Gratitudes: That I am here to write.

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