May 16, 2021



Hey dear Carol...

Down toward the bottom of every entry is a note titled "Photo."  I usually just give the date there, but often list what's going on too.  That picture was taken in what was a favorite diner in 2013.  They lasted about a year, darn it.

Yes, oh how I wish I could come up for your garage sale.  I'm having such a grand time reading the War College cookbook.  Yes, lots of Beef Burgundy recipes, but every once in a while there's something extra special next to it.  There are several chicken recipes that look good, but I delight at the thought of a taco salad I found there.

George has been baking brownies, lots of them.  He's been wanting to pay the paramedics, firemen and surgeons back for saving his life and hand.  At the fire station, he took brownies down there three times catching the folks he was looking for not there.  Always the next day.  One guy worked all three shifts and was thrilled with three days of brownies.  Tuesday he bakes the last batch this time for the surgeons.  

Hugs, Mage

You'll enjoy reading today's blog post since it's about old (and I do mean OLD) cookbooks. My swamp is getting emptier and emptier, but the front entryway is getting fuller and fuller! I need to move things to the garage (Robert's naturally, because mine has my car in it!! LOL) in preparation for the upcoming garage sale that I'll be doing with the neighbor(s). Should be a good one.

Love you guys... hang in there... one day at a time and know I'm thinking of you both! BTW, that photo of George perusing the menu in a restaurant ... that isn't a current photo is it?? His left hand isn't bandaged. :)



Hi there Katy....

Yes, I admit to having no energy at all for cooking.  It's fast breakfast, lunch, and dinners here too....without the carbs.  Yes, avocados on everything keep me happy, and he especially loves the 1950's salad of avo and grapefruit.  I love the prebagged greens too.  You can add anything to them and get a good meal. 

I like the sliced ham idea.  I hadn't thought of that. Duh.  Add the ham to eggs and cheese, and there's a nice omelette.  Sandwiches for me, and sandwich fillings in a bowl for G.  I do resort to a small, frozen entre with the salad for dinner.  I hope my cooking enthusiasm returns one day.

Hugs from the grey and damp beach...mage  

>We are big believers in salads with extras in the  bags…greenery, dressing, sprinkles,,,we add tomatoes or some avocado,,,then anything from a can of drained shrimp/ or tuna/or c crabmeat, or a slab of sliced ham  sliced into bite size pieces.

>I am a big believer in bags of precooked rice or quinoa that only need to be micro zapped 90 seconds…we buy sausage (I like Chicken Apple links) which we heat in a fry pan, slice, and put on top of the grain we just heated…try slices of apple with peanut butter smeared on them and bacon, which you have cooked or bought cooked, crumbled or layered on top of the apple slices…Liverwurst smeared into celery spears…there’s some ideas for dinner that result in minimal CLEAN-UP AND ARE BETTER FOR YOU THAT WHAT WE USED TO KNOW AA “TV dinners” LOVE, KATY


Hey Camille.....

Sorry about being so slow getting back to you.  I creep at a snails pace at everything right now.  One handed George isn't pleased at all with me.  We are both terribly disappointed about not being in the water.  I know my physical heath is going down hill every day.  And I just plain miss it too.  

George says the naMe of his hand surgeon is Mark R.  We think he is wonderful.  George is regaining some feeling in every finger now...sometimes painfully.  I have to say we are very grateful for the pain.  He's made brownies for the paramedics, and firemen.  Next he's doing brownies for the surgeon.  We  live a fattening but simple life.

Hugs to both of you on what looks like a no sun day.  Mage

Hi Mage, well the pause on swimming is a bummer…I do one finger exercise when I watch the news and hear about the Republican antics…. 

I forgot to tell you in the email that our friend’s niece is a hand surgeon, but I think she works for Kaiser.  It is amazing.  Do you know who worked on George?????  We are fine, I have gardening and housework in my sights today.  Keep George in good spirits!!!  And maybe we’ll see the sun today, do you think??  Hugs to you two- Camille


  • ­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­<A HREF=>Himself:</A>   Making pain sounds as his fingers come back to life.  Playing Solitaire.  Napping.
  • Myself:  Writing email and reading other folks posts.
  • Reading:  Perry.
  • Watching:  National G, “To Catch a Smuggler.”
  • Photo:  2010 in the living room.
  • Gratitude’s:  For G’s hand/ 

May 15, 2021


 George and I both went to see our primary care doc yesterday.  He needed to get referrals to the UCSD surgical team and therapy.  I have had a pressure sore since the first nursing home.  He had also printed out all the hospital reports when they rebuilt his hand and wanted her to have them. 

She, when asking when we met, mentioned that it was our wedding anniversary.

We hadn’t notice.  Not at all.  Both of us nursing our illnesses and pain had been paying no attention to the happenings around us.  Our 38th anniversary.  We had a little party at the doctor’s office, and were still in celebration mode when we got home.  Today we discovered that we were off a day, but that didn’t faze us at all.  Imagine, 38 years.     

  • <A HREF=>Himself:</A>   One way to diminish pain is to line the foam sling with soft terrycloth towels.
  • Myself:  I came home to a donut.
  • Reading:  The new Perry.
  • Watching:  National Geographic 
  • Photo:  2002 Minneapolis.
  • Gratitude’s:  That today is lighter and brighter.

May 12, 2021


The days go by too fast right now.  Lots of things just get let go.  With our doctor’s service hacked, one easily forgets how slow the world ran when it functioned on paper not computer.  He needs to get a referral from our doctor, and I need to get an appointment.  They will call me back, they say.

In the meantime, he gets his coffee and I get my bread then breakfast for both of us.  Did I say I’m such a slob?  After I put together something for lunch and dinner, I leave the kitchen in total chaos.  He used to be so good about doing the dishes every night, but I am not.  Yes, I wash the clothes then they sit in piles hither and yon.  I confess, we end up with piles on every floor.  

Today the kitchen has the covers for the white footstool soaking in the sink.  I spilled grape juice on them.

Today we are fed, and I am determined to hang up the laundry, and to put the dishes in the dishwasher.  Small routines that I will once again remember to do.  I hope.  I’m determined not to serve grilled cheese sandwiches for both lunch and dinner. 


  • <A HREF=>Himself:</A>  Called Scripps, called UCSD, called the doctor for a referral, and now is playing solitaire .  He has won 14,392 games in a row without losing one.
  • Myself:  Determined.
  • Reading:  JA JANCE out of order.
  • Watching:  KPBS: 
  • Photo:   2013, at dinner.
  • Gratitude’s:  That G has his hand.

May 8, 2021


George is home. 

Oh, there was the usual fuss.  Paperwork, medications…and at a reasonable ten bucks too, wheelchair, and the long wait between each one.  Margot had her car right out in front, and we popped him in with arm raised.  Arm raised attached to an IV stand is the norm now. 

You can find him moving ships around in space today.  He’s found a planet in this game where he can mine huge rewards.  He can play his EVE game one handed, and he is coherent enough to tell me what is happening.  In this case, he has his arm sling attached to a window screen screw.  It may look odd, but it is working.

They say that our healthcare system, Scripps, has been hacked.  Ransomware, and so far a week into this, Scripps is still down.  Our insurance approved G going to out of network UCSD, probably because of the Malware, and so I can let that panic go.  My Monday appointments for a CT scan and an X-ray are cancelled.  I can’t find out for sure about one heart test.  George has no tests for two weeks.

He slept well.  And I bet he will nap well today.  He’s home and healing.


  • <A HREF=>Himself:</A>  Gaming.
  • Myself:  Still on Lasix.  What a disaster.
  • Reading:   Little the last few days.
  • Watching:  Nothing.
  • Photo:  Holland America photographer.
  • Gratitude’s:  George is home and healing.

May 6, 2021


Tuesday he was working on remaking a table.  All the wood pieces were warped and crooked.  His table saw grabbed the top of the table and swung it through his left hand.  All the ligaments, tendons, and blood supply were cut.  The wonderful 911 folks took him to the hospital that had a hand doctor on duty.

Daughter  Margot came with Zoe, and they helped mop up the garage, take me to  the hospital, and Wednesday  more of the same.         Thank you Margot.

May 3, 2021


                                                        Joleen and her husband, JC, in the fig tree, 1981.

In the heart of Balboa Park is an old Moreton Bay Fig tree.  I, like my friend Joleen, used to sit in the roots while my kids climbed into the branches.  Over the years people carved their names into the tree while other’s so compacted the earth around it that it got little sustenance.  It was being loved to death.

Just a few years ago, the park woke up to the fact that their centerpiece tree was very unhappy.  At first, all they did was put a fence around it.  The people were kept away from this much loved tree.  There must have been an uproar, for now there is a small deck that brings the tree closer to its fans.

No longer looking scraggly and sparse, today the tree has filled out and looks wonderfully healthy.  Next time I will go closer to the tree and read all the plaques and signage.

                                                            The giant Moreton Bay Fig today, 2021.    


  • <A HREF=>Himself:</A>  Driving Mrs Mage.  Going deep into space.
  • Myself:   Writing this, reading, dressing for an oncologist’s appointment and blood draw.
  • Reading:  JANCE.
  • Watching:  KPBS:  Today, Antiques Roadshow.
  • Photo:   Top, D DeLlamas, bottom…mine
  • Gratitude’s:  My scooter made it all around yesterday. 

May 1, 2021

George drove me around to the BIG mall yesterday.  I had bought what I thought was a leather backpack, and I’ve been sorely disappointed.  It’s peeling.


I’ve been looking up leather backpacks on line, and frankly, I cannot tell what the leather is like from a photograph.  Since I wanted a really good, once in a lifetime backpack, I started my trip with a phone call to Bobbie.  She gave me a list of her favorite brands.


None of these makes had decent backpacks.  Yesterday, Macy’s first.  They had seemingly thousands of purses and backpacks.  They even had a Michael Kors in the right color, withh lots of zippered pockets, and on sale.  The sales person was tremendously helpful.  Nordies next.  Not even one in men’s here.  Finally, just for grins, we whipped into Needless Markup.  They had a whole floor of purses, but no backpacks.


Off to the park with my camera now.

April 27, 2021


The central part of the park, called the Prado, is lined with Spanish style arcades.  In some of them the buskers hide away in the shade.   Sometimes they sit outside in the sun like this artist is doing.  She must be new as she didn’t bring much to sell or anything to sit on. 

This guy was one of the best I heard in the park.  He hit every note right on.

Just peeking in to the courtyard at the House of Hospitality.  There’s a small coffee shop to the right, and to the left is the Information booth for the park.  In the center of the patio is the sculpture “Woman of Tehuantepec” by Donal Hord. 

The colonnades of the Organ Pavilion host all sorts of things on a weekend.  Here two women dance near the organ.  There are live concerts every Sunday once again on this the largest outdoor organ in the world.

At the other end of the right colonnade a photographer takes photos for a Quinceanera.  The fifteen year old is resplendent in red.  Very unusual.

Heading back to the newly tiled Automotive Museum, I caught this fiddle player charming the little girl with his music and tap dancing.

Out in the sunshine, tables lie with jewelry and small art.  There are little tents with everything from painted glassware to colorful paintings.

I arrived back at my truck just in time to see the last of twenty some Ferrari’s leave for their homes.  The Ferrari Club brought their cars today, and these offered the best of all worlds for a brief few hours.


  • <A HREF=>Himself:</A>  Swam this morning.  Now he’s out in space.
  • Myself:  The doc has me on Lazix.
  • Reading:  JA Jance
  • Watching:  KPBS, ABC and NBC.  
  • Photo:  Mine taken this last Sunday.
  • Gratitude’s:  Making it to the ladies room on time.

April 25, 2021


This is the San Diego Museum of art.  They have a ramp to the right, and a separate opening for members.  This day there was a truly disgruntled employee out in front haranging the visitors via megaphone.  If she was truly fired for sexist reasons, why did she not just hire a lawyer?

My goal today was to see the three galleries upstairs.  Much to my surprise and pleasure, one whole gallery was filled with early French Impressionist work.                                                                                                                                                                                                      

Here the glory of early impressionism runs rampant on this cliff face.  Truly wonderful colors by Claude Monet. 

Berthe Morisot surprised me by her almost monochrome image of the Seine Valley at Mezy.  Expecting a far stronger palette, I came to a halt admiring her creativity and differences.    


In the center, more formal gallery, was hung the Church supported art.  Perhaps one could call these pieces imaginative realism.                                                                                                           

Right in the heart of the park is a touch of modernism.  To the left of the Art Museum is the Timkin Museum.  Another museum of art this time from the holdings of the famous roller bearing family.  It’s free when it isn’t being remodeled.  To the right of the main museum is a small cafĂ©, the sculpture courtyard, and a tiny free gallery all in another international style building.

 To be continued:




April 24, 2021



I’m off to the park again this time to wander around the second floor of the art museum.  I’ve learned which sidewalks aren’t safe to use and which are.  I now know some of the folks I should have been photographing….like buskers.  I’ll probably learn more today.

  • <A HREF=>Himself:</A>  Doscenting.
  • Myself:  Visiting the second floor of the art museum.
  • Reading:  JA Jance.
  • Watching:  Tough as Nails and Penn and Teller
  • Photo:  Automotive Museum with workman.
  • Gratitude’s:  For sleeping better.

April 21, 2021


The Bon Homme Richard was towed off to Texas this week to be scrapped.  Arson.  They determined that it was a constructive total loss.

I’m really cold.  Our friend Michael, who also had lung cancer, was also cold all the time too.  It was nice to know. 

Weather:  No sunshine today.  Sprinkles instead.  Now that’s truly trivia. 

Schedules:  Monday was two clinic appointments. The rest of the week has only swim appointments.  Next week only swim appointments.  I love it.

Eldest daughter finally got both her shots.  Zoe has an appointment.

<A HREF=>Himself:</A>  Off in Space somewhere.  Then making a meatloaf and artichoke.

Myself:  Reading, here or a book. 

Reading:  JA JANCE.

Watching:  KPBS: Finding Your Roots among others, NCIS, Hemmingway, et al. 

Photo:  Bon Homme Richard taken from the bridge. 

Gratitude’s:  That it’s been a wonderful day. 



      Hey dear Carol... Down toward the bottom of every entry is a note titled "Photo."  I usually just give the date there, b...