8:30 It’s Wednesday already. Blink, and the week is gone. I’ll write more later today…this is just a place holder….she says on her way to work the books.
1969: Plein Air San Bernardino
mountains hanging over the fireplace at #20.
3:00 PM I’m really enjoying working at the Democratic Party Headquarters. They put up with my slow learning curve, and they are fulsome with their praise. It helps when you are a volunteer. The drive up doesn’t terrify me quite as much as it did, but the drive home with the sun in my cataractish eyes is marginal.
Poor George has to drive up to work in Carlsbad tomorrow, so he gets the car. I’ll take Grumpy to the mesa. My biggest faux pau yet has been to hang up on the head of the Democratic Party twice. Yes, I know where the hold button is and how to use the intercom…now. I confessed to them that I had been on one of Nixon’s bad guy lists, and they kept saying how nice it was to have someone answer the phone.
I’m doing slightly better with eating carbohydrates now. Out to dinner at our favorite Italian place Filipe’s, I discovered they have just a meat ball or just a sausage with a roll. I can have a salad, and then we split half a meat ball and half a sausage. He ate the roll. I felt heroic.
Bill, the pricer at work, tells me that I am losing weight noticeably. I can tell you, almost laughing about it, that the more weight you lose the more wrinkles you have.
7:30 PMWe cleaned out parts of the garage this weekend. My mother died in 1998, and I had stored some of her things here. The one beautiful plein air painting was in bad shape when I inherited it, and it is worse now. One of my own pieces has a bug under the glass. When I take it to the store to get the bug out and the back resealed, I will ask about restoration artists. A center stripe has come unattached from the canvas in about a two inch width. The whole piece is cracking, and the work also needs cleaning.
We got rid of about ten pieces of bad art. Some of his mother’s things, and some of my mother’s art. If one has a collection as big as ours, it should be maintained. This plein air mountain is a winner, and I will do what I can to save it.
We also went through the box of silverware. His mother’s silver. My stainless, and my plate. A lot of the stainless went into the back of the truck with the art. Never will we be social the way we once were. We have no need of so much stuff.