January 16, 2021

EXCITING DAYS



When I discovered the hard drive I was keeping my jpg’s on was full, I thought I would move them from the 1T to a 2T drive.  I thought that first one Terabyte drive was huge.  Imagine.  It also took all day to get my pictures moved to the new backup drive.  

Now today, I was going to write a few quick words.  I always do my email first.  This time I ran into a link to a video of the NS Savannah.  I snuck on her once.  Did I climb the long ladder in heels?  In uniform?  I don’t remember, but I do remember that everything was an unrelenting medium green.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UJ5A_pRLUGk

I do remember being just as frightened climbing down that ladder just as I was frightened going up.  

Yesterday the carpet cleaner came and did his thing.  Today, after I put some of my world back in order, I’ll follow George around.  The groceries are ordered.  We will pick them up between 12 and 1.  I have prescriptions to call in….at last.  One “not-my-pharmacy” filled all my prescriptions while I was in the second nursing home.  To the sum of $400.00 dollars worth.  Normally the cost is zero.             

Tomorrow a George-made chocolate muffin.  Monday I will call for an appointment for a PET scan.  I’ll know more after that.

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<A HREF=http://geeeee-zer.blogspot.com/>Himself:</A>  Moved vast amount of stuff for the carpet cleaner.  Has his space ship up in space.  Has lost almost 18 pounds.

Myself:  Switched the bedroom direction all around.  Put the bed next to the open door.  Slept like a baby.

Reading:  Finishing Obama.

Watching:  Nothing on TV last night.

Photo:  George took this of a vastly overweight me.  I keep putting mayo on things.

Gratitude’s:  The usual Suspects. 

January 14, 2021

SMILING

                                                                                 


I must admit to leaving the news on much of the time since the sixth.  Always in the back of my mind is the question, “What is he going to do next?”

Yesterday he played with International relationships just to make things miserable for the incoming administration.  The Washington Post says that the President is, “Isolated and angry at aides for failing to defend him.”  Also in today’s paper, “The president is pretty wound up,” said the senior administration official, who, like some others interviewed, spoke on the condition of anonymity to be candid. “No one is out there.”  Yet 77% of Republicans still support him says NBC.

When wandering through my Washington DC pictures to find something to put up on my blog today, I found this shot.  It’s happy…the antithesis of what The Orange One is doing right now.  Seeing Bobbie and Michael’s smile just makes me happy.  I know what’s coming, and I’m still smiling.

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  • <A HREF=http://geeeee-zer.blogspot.com/>Himself:</A>   Playing with his space video game.
  • Myself:  Got the mending done.  Laundry done.  Not exercising but accomplishing lots more.  Today:  Moving pictures, gave permission for PET scan and non-chemo chemo.  Into Action.
  • Reading:  Longmire.
  • Watching:  KPBS.
  • Photo:  Mine:  Bobbie and Michael on the Mall, Washington, DC, 2012.  Michael had lung cancer and his energy was very limited, yet he kept moving for more than a week.
  • Gratitude’s:  All the usual suspects.
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January 12, 2021

STATUARY HALL


Several times in the 1960’s, I got to go to our Capitol.  The first time it was on my honeymoon to Paul.  The second was to see it all with some of my best friends and George.  No, I didn’t make it to every museum.  I tried.  But I met friends at the museums, at the Union Train station for lunch, and the Capitol building with blogger ThomaS. 

Yes, the restaurant is good, the building monumental, but the tour we were on didn’t take us to the galleries.  It did take us to the Old House Chambers which now house the state sculptures.  There are plaques on the floor that show where our Representatives once sat.  Around the outer walls, are now displayed sculptures, one from each state, of an important person in the history of that state.

Many of us have not been to this space.  I didn’t go until 2012.  The rioters crowded through in 2021 as if they lived there.  I thought I’d show you a view of it as I saw it those few years ago.

 


 


 


 



...and George.


Here’s ThomaS in his red vest.



       

 

January 10, 2021

TOMATO SOUP

 


 As the days grow colder, it feels like time for tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches….on fresh bread of course.  George makes great bread.

Despite the fact that the rabble promises two more bits of chaos, I’m not spending my time wallowing in worry.  I confess a retreat to comfort food and comfort books.  A cheese omelet and a bit more Obama.  Or perhaps a simple green salad and a bit of Longmire.  Warmth helps. 

The nodules in both lungs are too small to biopsy, so we wait another few months before another CT scan.  In comfort, of course.  George is wonderful.  

I switch my watch band from khaki to red thinking I need to be a little more dashing this day.

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<A HREF=http://geeeee-zer.blogspot.com/>Himself:</A>  Ralphs and correct an order.

Myself:  Pull out Bobbies quilt and consider it.

Reading:  Longmire.

Watching:  The movie Dave.  Made us laugh.

Photo:  George took it.

Gratitude’s:  A George Chocolate muffin for breakfast today.

 

January 7, 2021

TOWARD A MORE PEACEFUL UNION

 


You have heard all the words. You have seen the images.

Like everyone, I was appalled.  I was horrified.  I believe in protests.  I do not believe in angry protests. 

He grows more like Hitler every day.

I believe he is not sane.

 George and I toured the Washington DC Capitol on a peaceful sunny day in 2012.  We enjoyed it a lot, and were amazed by things like the rotunda made ugly with statuary.  Yesterday’s protestors just ignored all those badly carved marble things.  We didn’t smash in any windows, sit in Pelosi’s office with our feet up on her desk, or wave the Confederate flag in folk’s faces.  We didn’t die though four of theirs did one from my home town of OB.

 We spent yesterday being appalled, our noses aimed toward the TV.  I’d had my CT scan, I’d seen the results, two new, tiny nodules, and was mesmerized by the horror in Washington.  This morning everyone in politics is discussing the 25th Amendment.  Everyone in media too except the right wingers.  They say it is all the media’s fault, it’s Antifa’s fault..

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<A HREF=http://geeeee-zer.blogspot.com/>Himself:</A>  Made muffins, and fritters, and lunch.

Myself:  Managed to sleep pretty well despite thinking.  Got the laundry done.

Reading:  Books.

Watching:  News.

Photo:  Mine.

Header:  Taken of two ships in hot layup, the grounds read Coronado from the air.  

Header:  Taken from Coronado of two ships in hot layup plus a Navy ship.

Gratitude’s:  That everything in my lungs are small.  Next scan in April.

 

January 5, 2021

CONNIE

 

 It feels as if it is end of the year time here.  Close up shop, put things away time.  I have the Holiday cards and letters here next to my computer, and Staples has actually sent us the printers ink.  I’m going to settle down today and answer them. 

Every day actions are falling in place too.  Dear G brings me coffee and a slice of bread to take with my pills.  I sit with one of those morning program news and good cheer things on TV while reading a book and sipping my coffee till way late in the morning.  Lately the book is Obama’s latest.  When his brilliant writing begins to bore me, I read something less intellectual.  Right now, I am rereading the Longmire books.

Important among the Holiday letters is a note from L. Tracy Paz telling me that her sister Constance died.  I might have known this, but my memory didn’t store that information.  I remember Connie Anderson clearly though.  She was Janey’s roommate and friend.  Janey was a graphic artist full of creativity on all fronts including gold medal level roller skating.  Over the years, Janey lived with George and I several times as our roommate in the 1980’s. 

When I first met the highly sexual Connie, I didn’t’ like her at all.  Perhaps all her highly visible sex was too much for the Victorian in me.   Eventually her creativity reached me, and I succumbed to her energy, charm and vitality.  She lived with a camera in her hand.  For years she was one of the few friends I had.  She was often at my cottage or I was at her apartment, and she was always taking pictures.  If you needed help in any way, she was there.

She moved to Seattle, and we grew apart.  She finally sobered up, and we saw her last in 2000 at the Minneapolis World Convention.  She had no time for us, and I thought it sad.  Now I read that this March she died.  I’ve been dreaming of Connie ever since.



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<A HREF=http://geeeee-zer.blogspot.com/>Himself:</A>  Yesterday took the lights down, and helped me take the tree down.

Myself:  Letter writing.  I followed the instructions that said “drink 8 glasses of water a day,” and I was up every hour on the hour all night to go to the head.

Reading: Obama and Longmire.

Watching:  Antiques Roadshow.

Photo:  (I don’t know who took them.)  Mage and Connie near Dog Beach.  Bottom:  Connie marries B at The old WWII barracks on Abbott.  L to R:  Mage, Dick Bliss, B, Connie, and Janey.

January 3, 2021

TODAY NOT TOMORROW


Time does show as old.  We had a SONY disc camera then, and all our pictures from 2001 are textured.  I am vastly older now too so do not mind as I see the world in textured fashion. 

This old me will write a few letters then watch George make a traveling box for the new Christmas tree.  He even has a handle which will prove very useful.  Maybe tomorrow I can print the letters as the ink hasn’t arrived yet.  That’s the kind of day this is.

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<A HREF=http://geeeee-zer.blogspot.com/>Himself:</A>   Solitaire winning and box making.

Myself:  Letters then reading.

Reading:  An old Longmire.

Watching:  The watery grey skies and Happy movies.  Watching Trump leaving.

Photo:  2001 Big ben.

Gratitude’s:  George.

January 1, 2021

2021


Hola!  Welcome to 2021, a year that will be a great improvement.  Not only are we starting out the new year with brand new bedding, hidden in the cupboard for two years, we are starting the year with clean drains.

 

As I took a shower this morning, the upstairs shower pan began to fill up to lake level.  So did the toilet.  Himself wasn’t the least bit happy, I could tell by the word quality leaving his mouth.  As he plunged both the toilet and the shower, he waxed even more vocal.  By the time he reached the telephone, he reverted to polite.  Even when a plumber said they could only come on Monday, and even when they weren’t open despite what their TV ads said, he remained polite.  Our regular company charges almost 300 dollars.

 

I spend the last day of the year grappling with having to go to a hospital for a CT scan.  Now is not the time to go to any hospital. My Nurse Practitioner suggested a plastic shield as well as my usual mask.  G managed to find one to be delivered Sunday, of all days.  So Monday I am going to the Mercy Hospital x-ray department one way or the other.  Both the doctor and I want to know if the cancer has spread.

 

Perhaps this will be a year of taking action on all fronts. 

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<A HREF=http://geeeee-zer.blogspot.com/>Himself:</A>  He’s going to have a good year no matter what he thinks.  Plumber then a shower.

Myself:  Writing this.  Putting together an archival journal box for the next two years.  Hiding from the plumber, making the bed, and finishing the Obama book.

Reading:  Obama.

Watching:  Two nights ago saw the new George Clooney on Netflix.  Slow, moving, and very sad.  Last night saw “SAHARA” again, fast moving, a keep you on your toes light film. 

Photo:  George: Mage in Myrtle by the bay.

Gratitude’s:  George.


December 29, 2020

2020


Perhaps our worlds will return to some form of normalcy in the coming year.  Imagine having friends to dinner.  Imagine walking into a store of any kind without a face mask on.  Imagine the selfish freedom of travel, of anytime travel.

Just today, I would go hug my kids and grandkids.

Just today, I would go to an art store.

Just today, I would go to two or three thrift stores.

Just today, I would go to Balboa Park and visit the flowers.

Just today I would go on a long train ride.

What will you plan to do in 2021?


HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU AND YOURS.

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<A HREF=http://geeeee-zer.blogspot.com/>Himself:</A>  Out to lunch.  Go pick up groceries.  He says, “Another exciting day in lockdown.”

Myself:  They closed the nearest Subway, so we are off to discover another close one.

Reading:  Obama.

Watching:  TGBBS season ending.

Photo:  Balboa park rose garden 2019.

Gratitude’s:  That I’m OK today.

December 27, 2020

HOPE

It’s a cold grey day outside.  Tomorrow afternoon a heavy downpour will drench us all and keep on going till everyone gets a good dose.  We haven’t had even a dusting of dampness this year when last year we had over five inches.  I’m looking forward to this.  I’m hoping for this.

We sat warm and comfy this last Sunday of 2020 watching CBS Sunday Morning.  They tried to interject a bit of humor into the hour and a half of obits, but I sat there and used the tail of a clean sheet to wipe away the tears.  Even my usual chocolate muffin couldn’t raise my spirits.

Now an hour later, the thought of a hot shower and a hugs from George gives me hope for a less depressing day.  We are staying at home.  We are behaving.  This evening George is doing a reading at the evening meeting.  He has a shirt, tie and coat ready.  On his bottom, he will be wearing sweats.  That too gives me hope that humor will carry the day.

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<A HREF=http://geeeee-zer.blogspot.com/>Himself:</A>  Family: I hope his brother will let us know if everyone there is ok.

Myself:  Pretty good, except I got dressed for the day before I showered.

Reading:  Obama…I’m taking this in small bites.

Watching:  PBS.

Photo:  A Family at Comic con.

Gratitude’s:  For everything including my leaky eyes.

 

December 25, 2020

 

                                         MERRY CHRISTMAS


   

 

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EXCITING DAYS

When I discovered the hard drive I was keeping my jpg’s on was full, I thought I would move them from the 1T to a 2T drive.   I thought that...