October 17, 2018

WE INCH ALONG

1979: My old Zenith, a glass of wine, and smoke rising.

We inch along.  I have a date and time for my MRI.  Mid-afternoon, they say and no food for four hours before.  G’s knee surgery has been approved. 

We fall apart together this month.  I have not heard from the Derm doc about approval from the insurance to get those last cancer cells off my shin.  Sometimes these sorts of things can take over our lives if we let it.  I know G’s on edge as he as he snapped at me this morning.  We are better now, and I turn my energy to marking my ballot.

At least I don’t have a glass of wine or cigarette next to me this morning.          I dearly loved that old 1940’s table, and I miss it even today.  Change is good for us tho as we live with too much from the past as it is.  We inch along to fifties Atomic era, glass topped tables and Samsung instead of Zenith.  Most of the time, we inch with laughter.
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  • Himself:  Cranky but feeling better…he says.
  • Myself:  Missed my meeting yesterday noon as I was at work.  I’ll hit one up today.
  • Reading:  ”Miss Buncle’s Book” by D. E. Stevenson.
  • Gratitude’s:  The folks at the library sale for finding me a home among the art, architecture, and photography books.  Perfection indeed.



October 16, 2018

YES AND YES (EDIT)


1978: Small Bedroom Bookcase.

Yes, I found my  way downtown and to the library with no problem.  My subconscious was worried that there would be no parking, but the lot was half empty.  I was easily able to walk to the elevator and to the Friends Bookstore area.  Yes, it is a very small area to work in.  Yes, it is about ten times bigger than the shop work area.

Today I am off to the place where they sort books for the library sales. 
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After two days of driving, of going someplace out in the real world and completing a task, I feel more human.  There’s little lethargy in me.  I loved my last job, but these days of newness have an element of excitement about them that leave me feeling competent. 

Yesterday I felt hemmed in.  The Volunteer manager seemed grumpy.  Today’s supervisor is wonderful.  The minute I walked in the door, I felt at home and she made it all even better.  I was introduced to everyone.  I was given a job….art and architecture, and I was left alone to put these volumes in order.  Yes, I got pooped.  But Yes, I had a really grand time.
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  • Himself:  Last night the $`100.00 Sony died, and we picked up a Samsung at Costco.  Big Trouble to get sound.  Problem was in our Cox settings.  Today: Work, return one shirt, dinner, NCIS.
  • Myself:  See how the book sale sort works, laundry, go with G, and watch some bigger than before TV.
  • Reading:  DE Stevenson.
  • Gratitude’s:  That I can still get places by myself.



October 15, 2018

AN INTERVIEW - PLACE HOLDER

The Abbott Street living room with grandma’s bookcase.
           
I really should take the bus, but I can’t figure out how I walk from the bus to the Friends of the Library sales room.  I’d take the scooter, but there is no room for either in the FOTL space.  Very formally, I have been asked to come meet the man running the program.
 
I suppose that means clean corners and clean clothes.  The hot Santa Ana winds are blowing from the desert, but I still want to cover my bulk with some form of amusement.

October 14, 2018

TIES

From Left to Right: Peaches, blacks, reds, and an assortment of blues.


Grey’s browns, and yellows.

The estate sale had less of interest to me, but a box of ties caught G’s eye.
           

One of two shelves of Cadell books.

He dropped me home after lunch, and before I did anything else, I sorted ties.  They were not the woman’s husband’s, but were purchased as a basis for crafts.  We are talking good taste and fine silks here. 

Then before I forgot it, and I am the lady that forgets everything, I photographed the Cadell book shelves.  I came upstairs, downloaded her book list, and checked off those I owned.  I so hope to buy the ones I don’t own.

The estate sale will run one more week as there is one more storage space to unload.
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  • Himself:  Busy all day including sorting those ties.
  • Myself:  Business meeting tonight.  They drone on and I am not fond of drones.
  • Reading:  Cadell.
  • Gratitude’s:  Cadell, G, yesterday’s rain, eggy bread, ties, and other good things.



October 13, 2018

BITS AND BOBS & edit

Here’s a larger lady tucked in bed and writing in Journal Number 5. She’s working on Number 50 now.  It is too small for a portrait here.
           
·       George is cheering as he managed to get Comic Con Badges within the first 15 minutes.  He and I will volunteer 3 days then use a regular badge on Sunday.  Zoe has a four day badge.  Margot will come as my handicapt helper.  If G’s knee isn’t fixed by then, two of us will be riding.
·       I was up after eight hours of sleep, no coffee, no breakfast, no meds, to go off and have my blood drawn.  Monday I will call and schedule another MRI…totally out of the blue.  A follow up, her assistant said, for the Adrenal Mass.  What Adrenal Mass, I replied.
·       We have been driving Grumpy all week.  It’s been a pleasure to see things again.
·       Monday I go downtown to the Central Library to meet the boss man for Friends of the Library.  If I pass inspection, Tuesday or Thursday I will go up to the branch on Park Ave and see if I like their way of sorting books and see if they like me.
·       Day after day I wear a thigh compression tube…and it works.  Slowly my thigh get’s smaller, but more importantly, both legs swell less.  Heavenly.
·       Edit: At the estate sale, He found a giant box of mostly excellent, name brand, silk ties.  He bought the whole box for ten bucks.  He will discard many wonderful ties in browns and boring grey greens.  I have sorted them by color.
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Himself:  He’s wearing long pants. He must think the weather cold. Estate saale.  Breakfast, museum, dinner.
Myself:  Long pants as it rained last night,  Quilt, read, dinner, et al.
Reading:  Another Cadell…she has such a sense of humor.  The last two have been 1954.
Gratitude’s:  George, Cadell.

October 12, 2018

MYSELF 2


1981: Old tower 4.  No ramp or stairs for lifeguard access.

I was not myself last week or even yesterday.  Today I am almost bloomingly well.  One hour more sleep will do that for you.  Did I even brush my teeth yesterday?  Did I put my ears in?  I napped in my chair and gained an ugly headache from it. 

I woke this morning with a smile, nary a headache in sight, ate my yogurt in bed with the news on but silent, and read my 1950’s Cadell to the end.  Heaven indeed.

Did I have a touch of some malaise?  Was it the flu shot?  Was it just not enough sleep?  It’s been suggested that I stay in the now.  Now is a pretty good place.
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·                  Himself:  A not too bad Friday, meeting.
·                  Myself:  Eight hours sleep.  Dishes and no laundry before quilting.
·                  Reading:  Another Cadell.
·                  Gratitude’s:  Sleep and G letting me have another hour of sleep.


October 11, 2018

DOODLES


Grandson Alex reports that the new child will be a boy.   It’s nice to hear Alex’s voice through my morning haze.  We love Alex, but we keep our distance because of his past.  We let him reach out to us, and it seems to be working happily.

Once I wake up enough to see who I am, I’ll start the sheets and towels.  I’ve been fuzzy a lot lately.  George tries to wake me at 0530, but today I keept dozing until seven.  Watch me fall asleep after I eat.  There I am head nodding mid-afternoon.  The minute we go to bed at 1000, my head hits the pillow and I am gone.

Laundry, sewing, and laundry are my goals for the day.  Maybe later in the week, I will try drawing something.
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  • Himself:  Passed all the physical things ahead of h is surgery.  Took me to the downtown library.  Met, by accident, with Lisa the lady I’ve been emailing about volunteering.  Will go in and talk to the boss Monday after 10.
  • Myself:  Wonderful time at the Central Library.  Found three shelves of quilting books, and upstairs lots of Elizabeth Cadell’s and D. E. Stevenson’s that I don’t’ have.  Dinner in Old Town.
  • Reading:  A very old Cadell….1950.
  • Gratitude’s:  Thinking of Cuz Tom who reads this every day.  Of Jerry who is getting rained on from the hurricane.  Of Robin who draws everyday.



WE INCH ALONG

1979: My old Zenith, a glass of wine, and smoke rising. We inch along.   I have a date and time for my MRI.   Mid-afternoon, they ...