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.
George
Loves these.
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.
The fair! I wish I enjoyed it.
ReplyDeleteMake sure you do missy. Love your words.....
ReplyDeleteWorking the books, my favorite kind of work. :-)
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful photo (and what great legs).
ReplyDeleteI do not believe in totally giving up foods that I love. Just cutting them back to tasting size and eating very slowly. Carbs are the staff of life for an Italian such as I. I think it is the highly processed carbs that are bad, because I have been to Italy and very few there show their carbs on their bodies. I watched a very thin Frenchman eat two large pastries every morning for breakfast...of course I do not know what he ate the rest of the day. I do not know art from schmart, but as they say, I do know what I like.
ReplyDeleteYes to the thought of not entertaining as we used to do, but at the same time I do see us holding a Gold Spike ceremony and perhaps a Spaghetti Feed for our rail friends. We're always puzzled that others don't reciprocate, but they say our home was built for entertaining and they don't have the space they feel is needed to hold a gathering the way we do. True, our home is much larger than any of our friends, but you can still have a good time even in the smallest of homes. Hugs...T
ReplyDeleteLove that photo of you!
ReplyDeleteWe got rid of all our silverware (plated) too. Everything is casual in Hawaii.