March 20, 2019

WHITE

The blue, overcrowded living room.

           
More rain was forecast, but we see only small showers.  I plan to spend my day running up and down stairs.  Unromantic stuff.  The forecast thunder storms bribed me to skip the pool this morning.  Instead I’ll be washing two chairs and the sofa far down  in the garage. 

Once long, long ago someone gave me a white sofa and chair.  Having no money at the time, I fell in love with the idea of color simplicity.  White walls, white furniture, and the bright spots were art supplied by my friend Don DeLlamas.  Over the years I added colored pillows.  Now I have bags and bags of blue and red pillows stashed up in the attic plus way too many pillows in our small living space.

Now that the worst of discarding is over…no, I am not getting rid of the dishes, I want to rearrange the living room back toward some semblance of simplicity.  Yes, white gets dirty.  It gets dirty fast.  Sill I think it time to see more white and less pillows.
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  • Himself:  Work auditing.  Later working on the details of the boxes.
  • Myself:  Laundry, read, laundry, read, etc.
  • Photo:  2018.
  • Reading:  Park Ranger Anna Pigeon’s 2008 adventures.
  • Gratitude’s:  The Vernal Equinox is at 2:58 PM.

March 18, 2019

FEAR




1981:
                                                October Ocean Beach by the main tower.
           
·       I’m feeling self-centered today.  Diet started, groceries bought, and dishes washed. 
·       LOL
·       The code for the problem on the car is for the Torque Converter.  That also includes a solenoid, and the oil levels.  The code has been erased, oil checked and it is fine, so we have been told to drive it.
·       I swam for half an hour and drove half an hour.  I think it was driving a clutch that did me in. 
·       Perhaps it is the world turmoil that has shut my voice down.  I find I have little to say these days.  I’d love to continue writing useless essays on various things, but I am in the weeds about Trump.  “Let’s Make America Great Again,” he says.  My first reaction is that it was great in the first place.  Secondly, I wonder what the Obama’s think about the world wide cacophony of terror we live in now.
·       I am truly frightened by the shootings first of small school children and now by adults that were praying.  Kay wrote a fascinating piece this morning.  The notes and responses are truly interesting.
and one more comment: Tonight's news reveals a new list. Much like Nixon's bad guy list, this list focuses on lawyers and communicators. The Border Patrol is now using this list to stop folks on it as they cross the border.
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  • Himself:  Working extra hard today as he took the car in.
  • Myself:  Really enjoyed the freedom of the road yesterday.  Flowers and butterfly’s everywhere.
  • Photo:  The October beach after the kids have gone back to school.
  • Gratitude’s:  Still alive.




March 17, 2019

ALMOST SPRING


Tower 4: 1981, warm, sunny and glorious.
           
These last few days of winter really feel like spring.  Glorious blue skies, warmth…joyful stuff.

We loaded the truck up to the very top and drove north.  I haven’t been off the beaten path for months it seems.  Everything now looked new bathed in this glorious sunshine.  I see the whole world freshly, and I laugh about it.  Dear G smiles right along with me.  I think getting out of the house was very good for the two of us, and I sang happily as we toodled north.
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  • Himself:  Worked hard all Saturday on one of the boxes and is really to find them, and almost finished one more.  Today delivered all the Joyful stuff.  Car has the “Engine Light” on, so it has to go to the shop.
  • Myself:  Nap and moved boxes yesterday.  Today delivering stuff north.  Didn’t buy anything.  Diet tomorrow.
  • Drawing:  Mine.
  • Gratitude’s:  For such a beautiful day.


  • March 14, 2019

    SOMETIMES SLOWLY



    1979 Studio, a corner of the apartment dining room.


    Rearranged 1979….and we never played the piano.

    I tidied books today at work today..  The usual art, architecture, photography, plays, poetry, and short stories on one isle.  Children’s on another isle.  I’m learning, and they are awfully nice to me.  When I got home, we picked up mother’s turquoise earrings from our jeweler, who remade them for pierced ears.  No more pain. Dinner. G off to play with wood.  I tidied my current work area just a bit.  Boxed books, that sort of thing.

    ·       Tomorrow, Friday, checking the pressure in my eyes.  Maybe Amvets or Goodwill to look for a turquoise shirt.  I could wear it to the funera.  He will play with wood after a meeting.
    ·       Saturday, a funeral of the mother  of a friend.  We are sleeping like logs with the doors open again.  No rain till next Wednesday.
    ·       Sunday taking books and clothes north to the RB Discovery Shop.  Donuts with Margot and Zoe.
    ·       Sunday night meeting.


    March 13, 2019

    A COMING TOGETHER

               
    It says in my journal that Richard was in town with his best friend Ken.  Perhaps it was the last time they were down together before Ken died.

    I didn’t die.  Preop for my knee today.  Perhaps we can use this for my eyes too.  My BP was very high the first time the new assistant measured it.  Lungs clear, heart good, but I couldn’t quite push the air out as strongly as they wanted.  I’d drunk a gallon of water, but they didn’t want any urine.  Made me laugh.  New blood letter too, and that wasn’t a great experience. 

    I came home to a grumpy G.  Computer woes combined with cranky customers left him yelling at me.  Now we are off in the sun to cheap tacos up the hill and grocery store later.  His three boxes are coming together nicely.
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    • Himself:  Day Auditing.  Night, Boxes.
    • Zoe:  She has Acute Torticollis: A muscle spasm twisting a neck into a painful position.  Her broken fingers came to a seven, and this was a 9.  Poor Zoe.
    • Photo:  One of those drawings of a drawing.  1979.
    • Reading:  A YA from the 13th C.
    • Gratitude’s:  That all those tests are done. 

    March 11, 2019

    MORE BITS AND BOBS

    1978.  My brick and board bookcase filled.  Abbott St.
               
    ·       The books, CD’s, and DVD’s are done.
    ·       My closet is done, his is one quarter done.
    ·       I managed to get one more bag of magazines skimmed and the addresses removed.
    ·       Yes, I did look at most of them. 
    ·       Nothing beats going to the pool.
    ·       Then I came home and napped in front of my computer.  LOL
    ·       Dinner was medium carbohydrate, vegetarian, with garlic bread.
    ·       Half a cup of ice cream gives you 2 grams of protein.
    ·       I got that bookcase when I left Paul.  I had no job, no money, and no home, but I still had books.  The bricks were cement and redish.

    March 10, 2019

    MUM AND PUP

               
    I was amazed at how many mysteries that I was able to pull from the bedroom bookcases.  I thought I had gone through them a year or so ago.  There they are, two armfuls waiting in the hall to go downstairs.   When I carry them down and add them to the plastic boxes, they seem so much less.

    On and off during the day, I reread Christopher Buckley’s tome “LOSING MUM AND PUP.”  Published by 12Books which strives to published 12 singular books a year.  I truly wish I could have articulated my feelings about both my father and mother’s death’s as clearly as Christo did.  I’m not getting rid of this book, as I find I am truly moved by it. 

    Be ruthless says the Konmari projecct.  Get rid of everything.  Of all my gathered belongings I now have in my life I love my books.  They all give me joy, and it has been really hard to dig though these shelves to discard volumes that no longer apply, that are no longer used.  I have not really been ruthless, but I’ve given it a good go.

    CD’s and DVD’s are next. 
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    • Himself:  He took lunch and has worked hard on his boxes all day.  Business meeting tonight.
    • Myself:  Still one shelf of Sci Fi to do…way up there next to the ceiling.
    • Photo:  Mine.
    • Reading:  Finishing “LOSING MUM AND PUP.”
    • Gratitude’s:  That I had one book to read as I discarded others.



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    The blue, overcrowded living room.             More rain was forecast, but we see only small showers.   I plan to spend my day run...