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Journaling since 1974. I'm an artist living at the beach with a car guy. All entries are copyrighted under the author's legal name under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 Unported. © Copyright 1974-2017.

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2 days ago

SORTING in Postcards 4

*Portland Union Station * Work has been sorted, and I’m home to sort my own things now. I’ve gained roundness. G says we are Mr. and Mrs. Roundies or the Gordo’s. A very real truth. Daughter ...


Sometimes I think I am the oldest computer user around. My computer confusions sometimes make me think my friend in Portland isn’t the only dementia sufferer around. Right now I need to preda...


I’m pulling my thinning hair out. What I do with my blog is post a picture that I’ve taken at the top of each entry. I’ve now lost my third photo hosting service. When I was new at this, I th...


6 days ago

ANTICIPATION in Postcards 4

It was physical time today. We got to the lab well before 7AM, but there was no order. We couldn’t stay to see if the clerk could find it. G had to go to work. Usually I am not a nice unfed p...


October 15, 2017

WORK, WORK, WORK in Postcards 4

Two days a week, a measly six hours a week, I dress in something I hope I cannot ruin and go to work. I volunteer at the ACS Discovery Shop. I’m sure you know this as I have told you hundreds ...


October 13, 2017

OFF ROADING in Postcards 4

*1957 Cadillac Eldorado…one of only fourteen made. * The suicide doors on the Eldorado. We left the house exactly at five. We both wanted to run a fresh loaf of bread by the Capta...


Portland Oregon Union Station. We find ourselves double dipping in the midst of chaos. The suitcases come out while doctor’s appointments come calling. Knock, knock…it’s my much appreci...


Portland Oregon Union Station. We find ourselves double dipping in the midst of chaos. The suitcases come out while doctor’s appointments come calling. Knock, knock…it’s my much appreci...


Portland Oregon Union Station. We find ourselves double dipping in the midst of chaos. The suitcases come out while doctor’s appointments come calling. Knock, knock…it’s my much appreci...


October 10, 2017

THE POOL IS CLOSED in Postcards 4

That’s me in 1983…a little off center in the red suit. I confess that I faked it well enough a few years earlier, and I got a job helping with the Assisted Swim Program at Mesa College. They ...


October 09, 2017

TAKEOUT CHICKEN in Postcards 4

One of the fake cannons on the Surprise. We were both tired after our day of socialization Saturday. We did have tickets to the new “Victoria and Abdul” matinee on Sunday, so I packed ha...


October 08, 2017

CLIMBING EVERYTHING in Postcards 4

With the Vietnam River Swift Boat behind us. At Guadalajara in Old Town. They marched everywhere at the Maritime Museum yesterday. I pottered doggedly knowing that it was good for m...


October 05, 2017

SCRAP QUILTS in Postcards 4

I recently joined a Facebook group for scrap quilters. I certainly am a scrap quilter as most of every quilt I do is made from bits and pieces. All their work inspires me. Their enthusia...


October 04, 2017

FREE AT LAST in Postcards 4

Left Sally, Right Poolie. Wonderful news yesterday. After a full body scan, Captain Poolie has no sign of lymphoma. She is totally free. Now only the brain tumor, the blood clot in he...


October 03, 2017

ALL THOSE THINGS in Postcards 4

• Or should it be….”all those Grumpy things?” G fixed the short by reinstalling the radio. Grumpy was a little cranky at first, but now all seems well electrically. What one cannot do is ge...


October 02, 2017

HORROR STORY in Postcards 4

Skies outside Las Vegas, 2008. Why? We will never know. Like the 9/11 terrorist attacks, there will be radical groups claiming responsibility. The airways will be filled with talking ...


October 01, 2017

SISTERS in Postcards 4

Two of my grandkids are spending a few hours with each other today. The littlest one wanted to meet the older one. I so hope they like each other. ………………………………………………………………………………………………...


He’s got jury duty, and I am home alone. Usually the first thing I do after a bit of the news is to update the ACS Discovery shop page. I hit the pool next. Two days ago, I burned a not-nice l...


September 27, 2017

NOT DRIVING IT in Postcards 4

Despite all the good words, intentions, and efforts of all the local car guys, I’m not driving it. Yes, the gauge read complete discharge. Yes, it started once. Yes, it overheated the tr...


September 25, 2017

AN ALDER in Postcards 4

When we first moved here, this Alder tree had giant, beautiful leaves. Within a few years, the leaf size began to shrink. Two years ago, all the alder trees began dying. This condo complex...


September 24, 2017

CLEANING UP AFTER A SLOB in Postcards 4

I confess, I’m the slob. I get started on a project and my neatness factor falls off the chart. Worst of all, it isn’t just in the work area. I feel no guilt about unwashed dishes, un-hung-up ...


September 22, 2017

THE GOOD LITTLE THINGS in Postcards 4

Every morning, I grumble, moan, and groan about going to the pool no matter the weather. To keep my life simple, I have to get there before 0630 on work days. This morning, it was 63F, 16.6667...


September 20, 2017

THE CLUB SANDWICH RANT in Postcards 4

Photo: Michael Ruhlman This afternoon in Michael Ruhlman’s blog, “The Turkey Club Sandwich,” he wrote, “I worry when we become this careless about standard preparations. If we are thought...


September 19, 2017

SCRAP QUILTING in Postcards 4

That’s what I make, scrap quilts. Each piece of fabric is a little bit from a source like a dress or a gift from a friend. This is a crib quilt for a granddaughter. Yes, there are two major e...


September 16, 2017

KHAKI PANTS in Postcards 4

1991: Mage in khaki pants and Bobbie in grey on Mage’s 50th Birthday. This last Sunday I wore my Jones of New York khaki’s to the Speaker’s meeting. I knew they were tight and the fabri...


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