MageB ⋅ 79

Journaling since 1974. I'm an artist, book lady, and quilter living at the beach with a car guy. We wait out the pandemic in our little condo above the beach. Having been homeless in the 70's, the car guy and I truly appreciate where we are today. All entries are copyrighted under the author's legal name under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 Unported. © Copyright 1974-2021.

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EMAIL in Postcards 4

Hey dear Carol… Down toward the bottom of every entry is a note titled “Photo.” I usually just give the date there, but often list what’s going on too. That picture was taken in what was a fav...


list text here George and I both went to see our primary care doc yesterday. He needed to get referrals to the UCSD surgical team and therapy. I have had a pressure sore since the first nursi...


4 days ago

ROUTINES in Postcards 4

The days go by too fast right now. Lots of things just get let go. With our doctor’s service hacked, one easily forgets how slow the world ran when it functioned on paper not computer. He nee...


May 08, 2021

HOME in Postcards 4

George is home. Oh, there was the usual fuss. Paperwork, medications…and at a reasonable ten bucks too, wheelchair, and the long wait between each one. Margot had her car right out in front,...


May 06, 2021

GEORGE in Postcards 4

Tuesday he was working on remaking a table. All the wood pieces were warped and crooked. His table saw grabbed the top of the table and swung it through his left hand. All the ligaments, tend...


Joleen and her husband, JC, in the fig tree, 1981. In the heart of Balboa Park is an old Moreton Bay Fig tree. I, like my friend Joleen, used to sit in the roots while my kids climbed into the...


May 01, 2021

BACKPACK in Postcards 4

George drove me around to the BIG mall yesterday. I had bought what I thought was a leather backpack, and I’ve been sorely disappointed. It’s peeling. I’ve been looking up leather backpacks on...


April 27, 2021

A WALK IN THE PARK 2 in Postcards 4

The central part of the park, called the Prado, is lined with Spanish style arcades. In some of them the buskers hide away in the shade. Sometimes they sit outside in the sun like this artist...


This is the San Diego Museum of art. They have a ramp to the right, and a separate opening for members. This day there was a truly disgruntled employee out in front haranging the visitors via ...


April 24, 2021

ART in Postcards 4

list text here I’m off to the park again this time to wander around the second floor of the art museum. I’ve learned which sidewalks aren’t safe to use and which are. I now know some of the f...


April 21, 2021

MINUTIA in Postcards 4

The Bon Homme Richard was towed off to Texas this week to be scrapped. Arson. They determined that it was a constructive total loss. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/USS_Bonhomme_Richard_(LHD-6) ...


April 19, 2021

TO THE GALLERY in Postcards 4

Last weekend, my scooter’s battery didn’t do well on its treck around the park. This weekend, we decided to see if it would fail again as spectacularly. Fully charged overnight, I started with...


April 16, 2021

MUTTERINGS in Postcards 4

The mornings gift us grey skies. Throughout the day, the June gloom thins, and by noon we have some glorious sunshine. Errand running in the sun yesterday was delightful. The sunshine bri...


April 12, 2021

MEDICAL STUFF in Postcards 4

……………………………………………………………………………………………………. I write this all down for my records. You don’t have to read it. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………. Sleep has been elusive since I moved upstairs. I...


April 11, 2021

LAST WEEK in Postcards 4

strong text Smallish offering. This upcoming week there is nothing on the calendar but swimming. Two whole days in the water which sounds glorious to me. No doctor’s appointments, nor any dent...


April 06, 2021

WORDS TO LIVE BY in Postcards 4

Those little green things on the trees outside are growing and flapping in the breeze. Not much wind here lately, but enough of the moving air to move the leaves. I’ve been thinning about brin...


April 03, 2021

THE DAYS GO BY in Postcards 4

While we were out hiding from Marta Friday, this Navy ship came home. Can anyone tell me what the blue flag is? It says SFA*? 1941 Thanks. I confess, I have gained enough weight these last ...


March 31, 2021

A GEORGE MORNING in Postcards 4

Bussy, bizzy, bizy…..Spring hits everyone in the work spot. Almost every boat has someone working on deck, and here at the house we wait for the arrival of the heater repair person. George...


March 28, 2021

DRIVE BY in Postcards 4

We were invited to take part in the Birthday Drive By on Saturday. Since we had just been up there, we knew Zoe wouldn’t expect us. George ran in to Party City before we left the beach, and we...


March 25, 2021

SPRING HAS SPRUNG in Postcards 4

list text here- list text here At first all the trees around our home began to have this fine green haze to them. One morning, ours did too. For some reason, that light green newness surprise...


March 21, 2021

A QUIET SUNDAY in Postcards 4

We have a very quiet harbor. No more cruise ships, and few if any of the bigger bulkers. We don’t have the facilities to handle their cargo. We do have Navy ships. And all sorts of other gov...


March 18, 2021

SLEEP in Postcards 4

The days pass so fast now. Often friends say their days crawl along. Mine don’t. Often I sleep. Was it Monday or Tuesday I slept on and off all day…then not at all during the night? I have ...


March 15, 2021

AWAKE, AWAKE in Postcards 4

I cannot seem to stay awake. When Bobbie arrives to claim her quilt, she will probably find me draped over her pile of fabrics, snoring. ………………………………………………………………………………………………….. Himself: He’s b...


March 11, 2021

LIBERATED in Postcards 4

After a year iof isolation, yesterday we went out into the world. It’s been 14 days since our last shot, and now we are fully vaccinated. Yesterday G and I went to Ross and Target. Today ...


Who influenced you? Who was important in your life/ For me, it was my friend Joleen K. McPherson. She was a mentor, a friend and a dooer. She volunteered out in the community, with special emp...


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