BEFORE AND AFTER in Postcards 4

Before.

After.

All of us OCD folks are pulling out hair out where I work. So many donations have arrived that we ended up just putting them anywhere they would fit. For two days I worked in the Children’s aisle, and the shelves are so jam-packed, and overfilled there’s no room for one more book. One volunteer told me that there are still six more boxes of children’s books in the little storage shed we have.

The big sale is the weekend: If you live near University Heights, the sale is downstairs and in back of the University Heights Library. I have so many art and architecture books that I too cannot squeeze one more in my allotted space. Come help and take books home. LOL

Kay took up the gauntlet on Paul’s photo with the black X. We have been trading techniques on that X for several days now. It’s done. Finished. I couldn’t quite get one of Fred’s hands right, but as Duck used to say, “It will have to doo00ooo!”

And too, I wasted literal hours yesterday looking for that small drawing of me sitting in the basket chair. Hours. I looked at the facebook storage, all the photos I owned, and all on my blog for the last few years. I had the photo Paul took, but I wanted to compare it to the drawing. This morning, I opened up the small blog photos on this hard drive. There it was filed under mage…much smaller, but there. I am really happy about this.
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• Himself: Wants a nap. Work and meeting tonight and tomorrow too…folding stuff for the convention.


• Myself: We are cleaning out the garage this weekend despite the chill or the rain. Today, Figure out dinner from leftovers and play housewife.


• Reading: Finding a ship…about the problems of American merchantmen attempting to get jobs and work at sea. I’ll scan photos as long as the sun is out.


• Gratitude’s: Especially Kay and finding the picture.