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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December 18, 2020

CHRISTMAS PRESENT in Postcards 4

Found on the porch yesterday were a gathering of boxes from Bobbie. These were from the lady who never wraps anything…and they were all wrapped and tied with ribbon. One box for daughter Ma...


December 17, 2020

DUCK'S TREE in Postcards 4

Every year since Duck’s death, I drag out the little tree box and put up Ducks Tree. That last Christmas he spent in the nursing home, we thought he might like a little Christmas in his room...


December 16, 2020

A WELCOME in Postcards 4

Yesterday was a very good day. The first shots were given to much fan fair. The Government officially said that Biden would be the next President, and Barr resigned. We flow along nicely. ...


December 14, 2020

FAST MOVING in Postcards 4

It’s the end of the year, and time for a little hope. I have a Post Op at the dentist’s office, and I only know this because dear G told me it was dental. I hope the implant has taken. I’m...


December 12, 2020

ORTS AND PIECES in Postcards 4

• ‘Today’s the day,’ say the media talking heads. I’m already to mail off cards and one package but our receipts from Heifer International have not arrived. The kids will have to suffer wi...


December 11, 2020

CHRISTMAS LIGHTS in Postcards 4

We snuck out last night to see the lights. I know…we are supposed to be locked down, but I am very glad we went. There were more houses with lights than we ever remember seeing before. Ver...


December 10, 2020

A FIRE IN MEXICO in Postcards 4

Except for the overwhelming desire to go thrift store shopping, we are doing well “staying at home.” Other’s aren’t judging from the announcers, doctors, and endless network personas that ke...


December 09, 2020

THE CHRISTMAS CAT in Postcards 4

We don’t remember where the Christmas Cat came from. “You are always bringing strange animals home,” George told me. “He was from some thrift store or other. Perhaps the Cancer Society st...


December 07, 2020

TRAIN TRIPS in Postcards 4

As I checked to see if my links still worked, I found myself swept away by https://www.seat61.com/ The Man in Seat 61’s train journeys. He offers detailed views of how to travel by train. That...


December 05, 2020

BEAUTIFUL VIEWS in Postcards 4

We edge into winter at last. The days are dry and crackle the skin. Nights are cold leaving us curled up into survival balls under our quilts. This morning, I looked up from the book I was re...


December 02, 2020

WORLD AIDS DAY 2020 in Postcards 4

Shirley below the panel she made for her son, Michael. Reminded by something I saw this morning on line, I thought we might go to the AIDS Tree lighting Ceremony in Hillcrest tonight. Only when...


November 30, 2020

HOLIDAY STUFF in Postcards 4

1983: Xmas in the cottage: Left to right: Bob, mother, George, Scottie Margot’s lover, and Milaka on the floor. The Holidays 2020 are simpler. That tree was one we found at an estate sale. ...


November 27, 2020

2020 THANKSGIVING in Postcards 4

Here’s the sequence from the 1980 Thanksgiving dinner at the cottage. The kids were there with their boyfriends, and I had not met George yet. Here friend Frankie is fixing something, and I am...


November 25, 2020

FRANKLY in Postcards 4

Yes, I am slowly taking care of things. I’d rather be fast about it, but I am getting it done. Teeth, I go in tomorrow to get the other half of my teeth deep cleaned. This hygienist isn’t as...


November 22, 2020

TEETH in Postcards 4

Those are my teeth…before crowns or the many fillings to follow. Despite my mother’s urging, once I got braces, I didn’t brush my teeth. By the time I got out of the army, I had a row of cavit...


November 19, 2020

IT'S A HOLIDAY in Postcards 4

We shop for the holidays online this year. I have to remind him several times to buy this or that. Eventually he does. Eventually I wake up enough to notice he bought two of them. Now the su...


November 15, 2020

The Boat Parade in Postcards 4

From really big, to really small. How did the owner of that boat manage to get all those Uniformed men on board. “Navy Vet on board. My Dad,” says the writing on the surf board. When they ...


Iroquois by Russel Wright. As the men and women came home from the WWII, they found a new world of home making to great them. There were new fabrics, new styles of clothing, and new home goods...


November 10, 2020

A BIT CHILLY OUT THERE in Postcards 4

Yesterday, I finished the first draft of the mid-century kitchen essay number 3. All it showed me is that my brain is in far worse shape than I thought. Miss Never Remember is me. No sun e...


November 09, 2020

CHANGES in Postcards 4

I read and worked a bit on essay number 3. My goal is to high light the difference between the far more formal prewar forms, and the relaxed post war styles. My problem was, and probably st...


November 08, 2020

BIDEN in Postcards 4

I begin to feel some form of hope as Biden takes his place as President Elect. No one has heard from President Trump yet, and I gather he is out on the golf course this morning. Yes, Biden ...


November 07, 2020

ENDLESS in Postcards 4

Yes, I’ve been watching the returns. After being frightened by a Trump truck and flag parade that stopped the 5 freeway cold, not to mention the boat parade that jammed the harbor up, I worr...


November 05, 2020

DINNER FOR TWO in Postcards 4

“Too Close to Call” is the mantra for the day interspersed with Trump’s comments about taking the election to the Supreme Court…to any court. Even Nixon didn’t behave this way. True madness...


November 04, 2020

PLEASE VOTE in Postcards 4

All the various news media keep telling us how to control our voting stress. Me, I’m ignoring my voters stress. I did finally figure out that the White House pictorial site didn’t get lost ...


November 02, 2020

Ronnie in Postcards 4

I’m sleeping well. That’s a wonderful thing to say after months of getting up every hour on the hour, or half hour on the half hour. The dreams have been very colorful and dramatic things th...


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