September 10, 2015

A Good Day



Peter standing in front of a marvelous Mid-century Modern melamine wall mural by Enrique Paulucci.  Media: Pencil, pastels, watercolors.

Each day can be a good day now.  I’ve never been good at acceptance, but I am vastly better these days than when I began falling apart.  I ranted and raved then.  Cried in frustration too.  Now days I try to find a new way to make the broken part work better.  What a different way of thinking.  



Lining the edges of his pool are life squares, not boats or rings, that will hold 12 people.  These are from the MS Augustus/MS Philippines, the mate to the Andrea Doria, only recently scrapped.

We did have a delightful weekend.  The visit at Peter’s was a wonderful gallery trip into the mid-century artistic thinking.  I’m passioonate about Paulucci.  I wish he was here not to tell me again where this or that came from. The paneling, the doors, the lights…which ship?  I share with you without location…and I will share more later.

Monday:  I roared around the ballpark with my walker.  Many other days I did too much of a good thing.  A rich slice of Farewell Cake at Bobbies good bye party at the store.  Desert plus at Peter’s.  Did I say Cracker Jack and M&M’s at the ballpark too.  Three cookies at work yesterday also…three Oreos.  Tomorrow I will be having a slice of cake from Vons.  A big slice.  Yes, I accept that I seem to be celebrating too much this year, and I am glad I’m beginning to celebrate my birthday again.  I still remember the 9/11 victims clearly, but I’m beginning to see beyond the horrors of the day.


A Glorious mural in the dining room surrounded by unique paneling from several ships.  A restored table and chairs.


On the patio is a binnacle and other pieces from bridges.  Two tall not yet recessed lights, unique first class chairs, and a semi-circular bench from the “Love Boat.  I think I have a picture of mother on that.   
             



  • Himself:  Working very hard.  Teasing me that he’s got something special happening for my birthday.  Still cranky about work and bouncing that off me a bit.
  • Herself:  Putting up with him.  Putting up with me forgetting everything…at least I didn’t have to walk back up the stairs today for my keys, wallet, purse, et al.  Going in after lunch and shooting a Chico’s event at work because I forgot to do that yesterday.
  • Reading:  A Balducci.  It’s kind of endlessly negative.
  • Gratitudes:  That I feel so good, and my hip is improving.  That I’ve gotten so much done this week.


  • 7 comments:

    1. Fabulous photos, so much wonderful art in the world. Keep making those broken parts work better. You've been an inspiration to me. I can keep learning ways to get myself back into the world. Hug, Celia

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    2. Glad you are doing well and have such a wonderful outlook. Very interesting collections of art.

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    3. A marvelous nautical world of which I have no knowledge. To remember a piece of furniture on which your mother sat does give it even more meaning. The mural are a plastic?

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    4. I always wondered where things like that ended up. Fascinating. Isn't it strange that wonderful days keep coming along?

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    5. The trick is to keep moving even when you don't feel like it. I love the neoEgypitian wall mural.

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    6. What a great patio. I'm assuming that this is where there is little dust and/or dirt? I cannot imagine keeping that clean. Our patio gets so dirty that I have just the minimum of furniture on it.

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    7. Those are awesome murals. I'm so glad your hip is feeling better.

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