September 19, 2018

GOING FAST



1972: Mage and Margot visiting my mother at Le Rondelet, Shelter Island.

·       This month is whizzing by.  Fast. 
·       I’m plugged into the Million Veteran Project tracking genetics.
·       George had a lot of fun at Costco yesterday night.
·       Weather: Beautiful comfortable days and cool nights, heaven.
·       I always feel heroic when the laundry gets done.  Housewifery isn’t one of my arts.
·       Last night’s fish failed.  It was so awful that we couldn’t eat it.
·       Ice cream was good.
·       Quiche and salad tonight.
·       LOL
           

September 18, 2018

REMEMBERING

 

Yes, I remembered my glasses

I even remembered to dust them

before I put them on

so my eyes don’t tear all over my face

from my allergies.

I remembered my pads

so I don’t leak in public

when I cough.

Into my mouth went my new teeth

which I hate as they don’t fit right.

I wouldn’t forget them.

I pop in my new ears

I like them a lot

As I can hear what you say now.

I laid everything out on the bed

before I took my shower…

underwear pants, shirt, jeans jacket

black denim pants, and black and white

stripy shirt.

When I finished scrubbing, rinsing,

towel drying my hair until it curled,

I thought…

How do I turn off the shower.……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
  • Himself:  More work, work, work.
  • Myself:  Meeting, laundry, Million Veteran Program, laundry, dinner, and more closet.
  • Reading:  The Last of FEAR.  My dentist didn’t believe Woodword.
  • Gratitude’s:  That I have a driver’s license.  The sun is out.



September 17, 2018

THE BIG CLOSET PROJECT


The big closet on the right.    
It was a weekend of closet construction.  Saturday after G’s stint at the museum, we went off to IKEA to see what we could see in the way of shelving for my closet.  With careful measurements in hand, we wandered the shelving section finally deciding on a really good looking set.  Square boxes live in a wide white frame and no one will see them but me.

Margot came over with Zoe.  G fixed her RAV4 window motors, and Margot did a glorious Window dance.  We took everyone to breakfast before tackling the closet shelves.  Zoe read the instructions, and George used that handy Allen wrench.  (And hammer and screwdriver.)

Margot left with a mountain of clothes I don’t wear while I feel guilty giving them to her.  She has trouble with messes.  Me?  Shoes, purses, and sweaters now live in those pristine white shelves.  I have one more upper shelf to sort through, and that project is done. 

Thank you George and Zoe.
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  • Himself:  Working the Monday Morning Crush.
  • Myself:  Closet, teeth back to dentist, sewing.
  • Reading:  FEAR.
  • Gratitude’s:  George, Zoe, and Margot.



September 15, 2018

THE BEST


1999:On a visit to the Queen Mary in Long Beach CA.
           
I was only married to Paul Adams Hawkins for a small ten years.  A short tumultuous time, two children, two jobs, homes with white sofas, lots of art school, and a miserable ending to it all.  After two more wives, two more children who love their Pop, and mountains of stone worked, he died.

I’ve been with Robert George Bailey for a comfortable 35 years.  Our life has had its own underlying passions but none like the drunk and drugged years with Paul.  We have less creativity but far more inner growth.  He’s a loner.  On occasion, I miss the crowds that used to gather every day at my house.  I do miss him terribly when he isn’t here. 

He’s one of the good guys.  His boss gave him another nice bonus yesterday, and his manager gave him a raise.  I’m not the only one who thinks he is one of the good guys.
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  • Himself:  Putting more tape on the stairs to define the stripe that will go down both sides of the steps.  Lunch, and work at the museum.
  • Myself:    Got a wagonload of new nautical books.  Ended up redoing all the moldy, damaged, unsalable hundreds of books I packaged to go out on Wednesday.  I was so angry I was spitting when I left because the manager didn’t admit she was the one that left me the mountainous mess.  George says to ignore her, and to survive her, I will.
  • Reading:  FEAR…in smaller doses.
  • Gratitude’s:  George.



September 14, 2018

BALANCE

1969: Photo CD.
           
My focus these days is getting life back in balance after the driver’s license worry.  I’ve set my days up…a calendar of things I need to do.  I need not complain about anything but the heat and humidity.  If I don’t like something, I can change it.

Simplicity indeed. 

I’m not fond of quilting, but I always love the result.  I’m not fond of cooking either, but George now gets off work at four and can help with dinner.  It raises my morale to have him there.  My grandma, who also probably started cooking early in life, ate very simply in her last years.  My mother delegated to me.  Somehow the balance seems off here.  I always laugh about that.

I don’t mind playing with books at the Discovery Shop.  Too many family and friends have died of cancer.  I’m not going to do this forever tho.  G and I want to travel.  We want to see our country and perhaps Canada before we get to old to move around. 

Smiling and keeping it simple.
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  • Himself:  Work, feed the kitties, lunch, dinner, and meeting.  Our kitty neighbor is going to a Women Millitary Job fair.
  • Myself:  Books, and just like G’s day.
  • Reading:  ”FEAR” and alternating Trumps insanities and irrationalities with a bit of an essay on AML’s “GIFT FROM THE SEA.”
  • Gratitude’s:  Everything today.  Two old friends have been married 54 years, and everybody is employed.  What more could I want.



September 13, 2018

LAUNDRY MEMORIES

The Flower Child.  Photo Charlie Davis.
           
I’m so glad you all are enjoying my old photographs.  Some are crooked, some are blurred, and others are so far away in memory they don’t exist any longer.  I must admit that I am enjoying them too.

It’s a rather exciting day today….I’m doing laundry.  Now don’t laugh.  I’m taking Bob Woodward’s, and other’s memories, and sitting outside the garage in the shade.  A week’s worth of dirty clothing, towels, and sheets, are going around and around in machines.  Machines that require no participation. 

My mother’s wash, and Peg Clark’s across the street, went into a wringer washer.  Peg also put her son’s grey, uniform pants in wire hanger things that hung out in the sun to dry.  The hangers stretched the pants into shape and gave them a crease too.  No ironing.  Mother saved her soul by having first Dolly then Kathy to do the wash…and ironing.  I just run things in the dryer with a dryer sheet and hang them up as they come out of the dryers. 

What do you do with your laundry?  Or do you have a laundry memory or two?
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  • Himself:  Had the decorative jewelry appraised: Turkish, silver, garnet red stones and no diamonds.  Ate dinner wandering through the Wednesday OB Farmer’s Market.
  • Myself:  Got all the official paperwork returned to where it came.  Had fun rolling through the street market.
  • Reading:  FEAR…fascinating stuff.
  • Gratitude’s:  As always G, and especially my friend DeAnna….for the birthday card.



September 12, 2018

RETURNING YOU TO OUR REGULAR PROGRAMMING

2009 aboard the Ryndam in Alaska, which is now the Pacific Aria for P&O in Australia.

…without a worry, I may add.
·       I discovered the little "post it" program, and now I have little yellow, computer generated post it’s marching around on my desktop.  They say things like call dentist, call hair lady, and too there’s my new phone number…only partially memorized.
·       Even tho the diopter on my right lens was changed, my right eye failed the test twice yesterday.  The lady was very nice to pass me.  I know there is nothing more the good doc can do to improve the eye, so at the end of these five years, I will be taking the bus.
·       I couldn’t have done all this without G.
·       By 0730 this morning, 57 of you dear folks had wished me a happy birthday.  WOW !!
·       Back to volunteering at the ACS Discovery Shop and QUILTING. 
·       Reading “Fear” while I quilt.  Even before I reached the first chapter, the book was shocking.  I posted happy Obama pictures on Facebook this morning as a balance.
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  • Himself:  After his day off yesterday, he longs for retirement.  Took me to a flat out glorious dinner at Donovan's last night.
  • Myself:  I drive only to the store and to work and to a few doctor’s appointments.  Ready to play with books today and do laundry and QUILT tomorrow.
  • Reading:  ”FEAR”
  • Gratitude’s:  It’s pretty endless today.



GOING FAST

1972: Mage and Margot visiting my mother at Le Rondelet, Shelter Island. ·        This month is whizzing by.   Fast.   ...