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Updated: 2018-02-20T19:01:35.635-08:00

 



BLOGROLLS

2018-02-19T08:57:29.315-08:00

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1983, Janey at Disneyland.

My mouse got to browsing an old blogging friend’s bookmark list this morning.  Perhaps I was missing my old friends after Jim’s death.  Most were not blogging anymore.  Sometimes a family member made a note that their father, mother, or sister had died.  Other times they had just vanished.  Their last entry would be dated many years in the past.

John, one of the first of the elder bloggers I knew just faded away.  One day he told us he had nothing to say.  In his last entry, I’m still here, he told us.  So is Graham, he added.  Nothing more.  He helped me so much, and I wish I knew what happened. 

Yes, so many of my friends out here in real life have died.  Janey died of breast cancer, so did Jo.  I know what happened to them.  Ronnie, with the most intensive blogroll, has been busy with her own cancer has let her blogroll go.  I’m reminding you to check yours.  I’m reminding me to check mine.  Perhaps most of my links are still good.
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  • Me, myself, and I:  Have a lunch meeting at the store.  Feeling better every day.  50 degrees out there with rough wind gusts.  Didn’t go to the pool.
  • Gratitude’s:  So grateful for feeling better.




  • A SPECIAL JIM

    2018-02-18T10:35:39.435-08:00


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    Left to Right: 2008, George, Dr. Jim, and Jim O’D.

    I almost hung up the phone.  There was a tentative voice asking for Mage or George…they only do that when they are selling things.  After a pause, I said yes, I was Mage.  She was Jim O’Donnel’s niece, she told me.  He had died the first part of this month.  He had died of a heart attack in the same hospital and in the same ICU as Poolie.  We hadn’t known.

    He was a very private man.  Probably he would object to my posting his picture here.  He was a much appreciated friend.  We had dinner several times a year after he retired.  We had lunches.  Christmas parades and Christmas’s here.  We saw him not often but regularly for a great many years.

    Initially we met him through our friend Duck.  After Duck’s death, he stayed with us…part time, but with us.  We will be going to his ceremony at the first of next Month.
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    • Himself:  He’s doing well.  Dragged me out into a new milieu in Hillcrest to see “The Darkest Hour.” We had a lot of fun out in the world window shopping, and watching people too. The valet parking guy who backed cars down a busy street into oncoming traffic really made us laugh.  Popcorn at the movies too.  The giddiness of it all.
    • Me, myself, and I:  Health:  Improved all day until I was almost normal last night, and I feel like myself again this morning.
    • Reading:  Just started “His Right Hand” by Harrison.
    • Gratitude’s:  That G and I have been blessed with friends like these.





    COOKIE JARS AND OTHER ORTS

    2018-02-17T12:50:57.185-08:00


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    Cookie Jar

    I don’t like the “Leave a note on the online portal for your doctor” bit.  No one gets back to you with anything concrete.  I got a diagnosis, and I am left feeling totally abandoned, unknowing, and with a clear inability to communicate my needs and wants.  Ya like that.  I didn’t. 

    On the third day of leaving notes, like calling for help into deep, barren, snow covered, canyons, I finally got a note from the doc herself.  I made the only appointment available, and now I am calling the clinic every morning at 7 to see if there is a cancellation.  Life is not boring.

    Work is not boring.  Last week we had tons of beautiful clothing.  This week we seem to have interesting ceramics.  Cookie jars…they sell slowly, but they sell.  Soup tureens…they sell even slower.  I don’t tell them that I keep my toilet brush in one.   It looks white, sterile, and clean sitting there under my toilet.  No furniture.  Boy do we need furniture.

    So I have been taking lots of pictures in the shop.  Few out in the world as I quietly wait to see if I improve, if I see a doctor.  And I do improve.
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    • Himself:  Work is very slow, but he still has a job.
    • Me, myself, and I:  Slowly inching back into eating.  Rice.  Scrambled eggs.  Chicken soup.  Cheering the less pain.
    • Reading:  Just finished, “Death at La Fenice.”  A Donna Leon mystery set in Venice.  I like it.
    • Captain Poolie:  One of us was invited to go spread ashes off the boat.  George gets seasick.  We declined.
    • Gratitude’s:  Cheering the little discomfort.





    RAT RODS

    2018-02-16T08:38:46.209-08:00

    …or a Franken Dodge at it’s best.


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    Rat Rods.  They are not really cars or trucks, instead they are artistic creations.  This one has a BMW engine.  Tires, wheels, hubs, brakes, rear axle, engine and trannie are BMW too.  There’s another truck on a Toyota frame.  There’s real rust and fake rust, and an amazing amount of enthusiasm whatever it is for the creativity.  Several of these creations are daily drivers.

    I share this Dodge because I once had a truck whose drivers side floorboard had rusted away.  George cut out the shape he needed from an industrial cookie sheet.  Here, there just isn’t a floor board at all.

    The show manager, Pandora, traveled from state to state to find these cars.  They truly give us a wonderful and entertaining show…a perfect Valentine’s day gift for any car guy or car girl.

    San Diego Automotive Museum
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    • Himself:  He says he is really pretty good today.
    • Me, myself, and I:  I ate some peanut butter and was in agony from mid-afternoon on…even through the opening show.  This morning I declared it a bread and butter day.  A little better every day.  Still eating and nausea are part of my days.  The texting system at the docs isn't functional for me.
    • Reading:  Louise Penny….wonderful, captivating stories.  Three more are coming from ABE books.
    • Captain Poolie:  They announced her death after the meeting and dinner.
    • Gratitude’s:  That I am feeling still better this morning.  





    SARGENT POOLIE IN CHARGE

    2018-02-13T08:47:08.509-08:00


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    2017: Drill Sargent Poolie.

    Whatever is wrong with me reacted very badly with my food intake last night.  Poolie tells me, “No whining,” but I’m whining anyway.  Her first memorial gathering is this evening at Giovani’s.  Right now I am eating bread and butter, but I’m going.

    Our house has been filled with the wonders of the Olympics.  Yes, they’ve made politics out of the best world international sports competition.  It’s hard to ignore.  But we have both MSNBC and NBC which give us better coverage for the USA centric coverage.

    Did I ever tell you how much I’ve always loved the Olympics?  In this house there is a real enthusiasm for curling, which we lost, and skating of all kinds.  Who would have known that snowboarding 17 year old Red Gerard’s win would sweep us away.  This morning he charmed us even more by telling us his family began celebrating even before his win.

    I wait without whining now…feeling OK and not so old as I did last night.  Poolie would be pleased with me.
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    • Himself:  Gym, work, gathering.
    • Me, myself, and I:  Stayed in bed with a book and the Olympics.  Here now and back to bed for a nap later.  All the paperwork not yet in place for next tests.
    • Reading:  Went to a bookstore yesterday and bout Louise Penny’s inspector Gamache mysteries.
    • Captain Poolie:  Meeting some of her friends in a restaurant tonight to celebrate her birthday.  We all sang Happy Birthday full voice. 
    • Gratitude’s:  That I’m here.  Glad I slept most of yesterday.  Better Tuesday.





    THE CHAOS OF GIVING BACK

    2018-02-10T09:32:53.508-08:00


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    I make an effort to give back a little to the world around me.  This morning on facebook, I saw a video of a world renowned barber giving free haircuts to the homeless.  It’s his way of giving back after eleven years of sobriety.  It made these folks look like new men and made them feel good about themselves.  Could I find the video to share a link with you?  No.  And I looked.

    What I can do is share the giving back room chaos at work.  The goal of every person who works in the back room is to make order out of this chaos. 

    Sometimes it can’t be done.  Sometimes kind folks bring in more donations than those of us in the back can go through.  Yes, we check for chips and cracks on ceramics.  Yes, we look for rips, tears, little fuzz balls, and we go through pocket and look at pant crotches.  I make jokes about it now.

    “This one wore underwear,” I say with a grin.  The truth is, you have to have a certain kind of sense of humor to work back here.

    They laugh.  The truth is that once long, long ago I had a donation where the pant wearing person never wore underwear.  Yesterday everyone wore underwear.
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    • Himself:  Sticking to his diet:  Lunch is his main meal.  Today Estate sale, breakfast as dinner, museum at noon for his first day at the new show, “Rat Rods.”
    • Me, myself, and I:  Following G around till he leaves then I am going to attempt to sew crows.
    • Reading:  Another Louise Penny.  I have such trouble putting her books down.
    • Gratitude’s:  That I can still see to read.





    GRACE

    2018-02-08T10:27:45.204-08:00


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    The Red quilt.

    I’ve been thinking a lot about quilts lately.  I need to put some energy into finishing Bobbie’s Crow Quilt and move on to Margot’s quilt.  Fear slows me down a lot.

    Slowly over the years I’ve joined quilt groups on Facebook.  Just recently, two of us in “Scrap Quilt Enthusiasts” found each other.  We met online way back in the “80’s.  “I didn’t know you liked quilts,” she said.  Boy, do I like quilts.  Even when I make row after row of very visible measuring errors, I still like to quilt after it is done.  Sometimes I get stuck.  Once when I was doing The Blue Quilt, I just lined things up but didn’t sew anything…forever.  More than a year.

    I’m doing better with The Crow Quilt.  There is a family of crows that eat at the grass around the Y pool.  As I walk my laps, I note what they do and how they do it.  They will never know how much I appreciate them.  (The parrots are back and everybody but me Oooooo’s and Ahhhhhssss’s over them.) 

    Right now I have drawn a row of crows along the bottom of the pinned quilt.  They are about two feet high all sitting in a row on a knarly branch.  I’ve carefully rolled these two feet into bicycle clips.  My thought is that I’ll quilt that row, unpin them as I go, then draw and roll up another two or three feet.  If I work over the chalk, I will lose everything. 

    I feel a bit like one of the early astronauts.
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    • Himself:  Work has slowed down.  “Everything is just plugging along,” he says.  “We will take it.”
    • Me, myself, and I:  Still feeling lost.  Main email is down, no doctor stuff.  Lots of books yesterday, but I still am in need of fiction.  Two gatherings scheduled for Poolie.  Perhaps the museum will do one more.
    • Reading:  Louise Penny’s “A Fatal Grace.”
    • Captain Poolie:  Pam has requested Poolie pictures.  I sent her all that I had personally taken.
    • Gratitude’s:  That I am here.  Too many out with the flu.





    VANISHING

    2018-02-06T06:34:43.649-08:00


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    I read “The little Prince” this afternoon for the first time.  Not really for children, I thought.  Then again, would children of today understand the symbols and the imaginative allegories.  Do I understand them?

    “Many of the book's initial reviewers were flummoxed by the fable's multi-layered story line and its morals, perhaps expecting a significantly more conventional story from one of France's leading writers. Its publisher had anticipated such reactions to a work that fell neither exclusively into a children's nor adult's literature classification.” Wikipedia.  It stayed on the New York Times best seller list only two weeks.

    I’d been putting off reading it just as I have put off drawing crows onto the new quilt.  Perhaps expecting disappointment, I just put both the crows and the “Prince” aside for ages.  I started a row of crows this morning, and even with careful handling find they vanish into thin air with every movement of the fabric. 

    I hate finding things that either vanish or discover something hanging in memory unwantedly.
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    • Himself:  Gym, work, Convention meeting.  Really enjoyed the first half of the game.
    • Me, myself, and I:  Pool, worrying about the test results, reading, writing, committee meeting.
    • Reading:  Got a book on fabrics swatches from the 1830’s, but nothing in it matches the old quilt I have on the sofa.
    • Gratitude’s:  That I am here.  That the new Chair of the upcoming Convention moves things right along.





    TEACHER,TEACHER

    2018-02-05T09:47:34.623-08:00


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    Captain Poolie Sails the Seas of Life.

    She was our teacher.  “She brought diverse groups of people together,” Pam told us. 

    She taught us how to live, and how to reach for the good stuff of life.  She taught us how to play and enjoy life.  She shared her laughter; she shared her life with us all.  She taught us about work…and she loved her work.  She loved her music too.  She was young and didn’t want to die…she had more to teach, to show, to tell.  She passed away this morning around 0130 after a yearlong struggle.   

    Paula Brandes
    Captain, The Star of India
    Museum Director, San Diego Auto Museum

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    • Himself:  Visited her yesterday morning.  Worked the new museum show “Rat Rods.”  He woke at three this morning and knew Poolie had died.
    • Me, myself, and I:  Got test results, more tests needed.  So glad we visited Poolie yesterday.
    • Reading:  Again, I have no new book to hand.
    • Captain Poolie:  Died quietly, out of pain, with her niece for company.
    • Gratitude’s:  So glad I could hit a couple of thrift stores with G yesterday morning.  Haven’t found the brownish Ragg sweater I am looking for yet…so will get to do a lot more shopping.  LOL  Poolie is laughing with us all now.





    FLYING CROW DAY

    2018-02-01T13:11:31.688-08:00


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    Sahara and Margot check out Bobbies quilt.

    Thoughts of Captain Poolie stay with me all day.  She was with me as I shelved books and fixed meals.  I shelved cookbooks and some were really charming.  Amazingly, I am really short on fiction.  For the first time ever, I have more non-fiction than fiction on the shop shelves.  

    “No one cooks anymore,” one lady told me this morning at the pool.

    Perhaps I would use the internet to search for recipes more often if the laptop were downstairs.  Since it isn’t, I use old fashioned cookbooks.  I’d rather use frozen foods, being a really lazy old lady, but I don’t.  Tonight I’m making Bubble and Squeak inspired by John in Wales.

    I cook.
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    • Himself:  Auditing hundreds of estimates from one independent estimator.  Made me the cutest sandwich yesterday out of tiny cubes.  I didn’t have to bite into it.
    • Me, myself, and I:  Yesterday visited by two granddaughters and a daughter.  Sahara was heading home.  Printing pictures of flying crows.  Buying fabric chalk and thread at JoAnne’s to begin the drawing.  The sewing machine plate was tucked into a bookcase behind my work tables.  G found it.
    • Reading:  Finished the newest Windspear and rereading and old Francis.
    • Captain Poolie:  Sleeping quietly…but she does seem to hear.
    • Gratitude’s:  Just to be here staying in the moment.







    TODAY

    2018-01-30T09:14:27.250-08:00

      
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    Bobbies Crow Quilt: Top pinned.


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    Back: A cacophony of fabrics.

    Now I have to find some pieces of my sewing machine before I can start.  You know how it goes…you put something somewhere so you don’t lose it.  That’s me.  There is a flat plate that goes around the machine arm.  Sewing large pieces is much easier with that plate on the machine.  I checked in the garage yesterday.  Not there.  Let us hope it is upstairs somewhere.

    Bobbie is a painter of some note.  I love saying that.  She did a show several years ago using crows to represent members of her family.  Dead crows for dead folks etc,.  She loves crows.  She started her life in art as an illustrator.  Very realistic.  Very formal.  These two center panels represent her transition from the formality of Mondrian to the Expressionism and Abstractionisms found in the art world today.  They are a mandala of color in a two shade of purple background.

    My whole goal of the day is to find that carefully saved sewing machine plate.

    Yes, I see you are laughing at me.  I am too.
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    • Himself:  His work queue has picked up at last.  He’s back to eating his main meal at noon.  A short visit with Poolie tonight.
    • Me, myself, and I:  Finding the sewing machine plate, laundry, and reading.  Heaven.
    • Reading:  Not one thing at the moment.  Next on the pile on the list is Windspear’s Journey to Munich.
    • Captain Poolie:  Dozing.  Music in her ears.  Quiet family around her.
    • Gratitude’s:  That we are here today.





    A NUMBING DOWN

    2018-01-29T12:30:00.282-08:00


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    Joleen. November 1979.  Poem, Princess Daihaku

    I had an eight thirty appointment for a CT scan this morning.  After it was done, I stopped in to see the Captain.  She was still there.  She was still heavily drugged as her pain is terrible. 

    Jo’s pain was terrible too.  They left Jo at home, as drugged as they could in those days.  We talked on the phone, I visited, I received updates from friend Don.  All this eerily familiar today.

    They want to move Poolie home, but any movement creates agony.  There she stays in stasis.  She is a wonderful friend….not the special friend that Jo was for me.  Pam and her daughter were there.  Later her sister and niece will stay for hours.  Pam’s in tears…they have that special closeness.  They have asked for no visitors.  We are allowed, Pam said.


    I came home numb.  



    HOLDING MY HAND

    2018-01-27T19:03:25.116-08:00


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    One Christmas long ago.

    We celebrated George’s birthday several weeks in a row.  With food.  Doesn’t everyone.  I tried to be circumspect about it, but G just lived with a certain abandonment. 

    One week rib roast with Apple Brown Betty and a sparkler.  This week, first it was a shrimp in lemon, garlic, butter sauce…followed by deep friend ice cream.  He says it was good.  Today was a humongous breakfast of giant crispy French toast that the manager comped and G turned down.  He did have his discount coupon after all.  We ate a simple soup and salad dinner.

    We debated going to see Poolie tonight.  Last night she was in tears saying she didn’t want to die.  She’s only two years older than George.  We did go to visit and found a long line of visitors from her old church.  They were kind and let us in then told us the news.

    They told her she could go home with palliative care.  She was told also that the cancer would return.  If it did, her cancer doc told her, that any further treatment would kill her. 

    Her constant companion and caretaker, Pam, understands at last.  Poolie doesn’t.  She doesn’t want palliative care.  We understand.  Accepting palliative care means she is going to die.   

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    • Himself:  Got off work a little early, got a really superior Padre’s coat, and a marvelous antique Hawaiian shirt at my store.  Then we ate at Guadalajara last night.  He’s going to help me pin the quilt tomorrow.
    • Me, myself, and I:  Still eating soft foods.  He took me to Amvets today so I could look for sweaters.  I found three great T-shirts.
    • Reading:  ”Hell's Corner,”  Baldacci.
    • Gratitude’s:  That I have G to hold my hand.





    SMILING

    2018-01-26T08:00:27.980-08:00


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    A smile in 2005 at Disneyland ?

    It’s the Great George’s Birthday.  He’s 32 X 2…that’s what he says.
    He’s the great joy of my life.  “I love you to the moon and back,” said the package I gave him for this 32 x 2 special day.

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    • Himself:  He’s thinking about where to go for a special dinner.
    • Me, myself, and I:  Absolutely spoiled rotten by this caring man.
    • Reading:  Another Marston mystery.
    • Captain Poolie:  In Surgery ICU after kidney surgery.
    • Gratitude’s:  George.





    A BOOK DAY

    2018-01-24T07:41:18.024-08:00

    The fiction half of the book section.Wednesdays are my book days.  The end of the month Wednesdays mean we price with a different color tag.  The old tagged books from three months ago are boxed and go to the library.  Today I box up books.  I’m also bringing in two new boxes of cookbooks.I love working with books.  I live in a home where books line almost every wall. “Have you read all these books,” asked a young lady yesterday.  Yes I have.Joe prices books on Tuesdays.  Wednesdays, I load up the old metal wagons and shelve them.  The cookbooks are selling…slowly but surely.  Fiction sells best.  The Rancho Bernardo Discovery Shop offers book buyers a comfy overstuffed chair.  When I started, there was nowhere to sit.  Now I have two folding chairs, and usually I find them full of folks browsing.  The non-fiction is another matter.  The biographies and autobiographies always sell.  I have one shelf of tiny books, they too sell.  No matter how dated, most of the travel books sell too.  Most of the non-fiction doesn’t sell.  I always end up with a mountain of self-help volumes heading to the library.  I’m thinking that they can’t sell them any better than I. All these books are a joy for me….even the self-help.……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….Himself:  Things have been slow, but he’s happily losing weight eating his dinner at lunch time..Me, myself, and I:  Cleared my desk of a but three things.  Imagine.Reading:  Box.Captain Poolie:  Visited her last night and found her unwakable.  UTI and kidney infection.Gratitude’s:  That we could visit Poolie.[...]



    A WRINKLE IN TIME

    2018-01-23T11:16:40.140-08:00


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    The pillows lean toward themselves
    plumply
    gently melting into their chairs
    softly folding  into their neighbors
    delightfuly reshaping the sofa,
    sliding into the old Morris chair
    as if they really belong there
    instead of on the floor.
    I let them move slowly thinking
    about their shapes yet leave them
    unchanging
    every day 
    never touching them, never
    adjusting their slow slide
    nor folding their ruffles
    not plumping them into some form of
    obedience
    not adjusting my own
    ruffles or long slide either.



    Yin and Yang 421

    2018-01-22T09:20:58.454-08:00

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    Super high January surf.

    Do-mess-ticities and dentists today. 
    The laundry goes around, and I go grocery shopping. 
    I found a poem going around in my head, and I managed to write it down before it escaped me.  That’s good.  Heroic even.
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    • Himself:  Continues to feel great.  Not a cough to be seen.
  • Me, myself, and I:  Really discouraged about my teeth.  Need a new pool shirt.  Daughters car was broken into this morning, and they only took Zoe’s school backpack.  She’s heartbroken.
  • Reading:  Louise Penny.
  • Captain Poolie:  She was sitting up and eating yesterday.  The peeled banana sat on the bedspread forgotten.
  • Gratitude’s:  The pool was glorious this morning tho the air was in the 40’s.




  • ALL THE NEWS THAT'S FIT TO PRINT

    2018-01-21T09:16:11.052-08:00


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    Reality is a little blurred these days.  The eye doctor says my cataracts are to stage three…an elective surgery stage.  It’s the year they renew my driver’s license, and my vision is borderline for renewal.  The dentist says the alternates are an implant, which he recommends, but he could try to replace the broken post or give me a flipper until I can afford it all. 

    The tooth came out again last night at dinner.

    Poolies doctors have stopped chemotherapy and radiation.  They have warehoused her in the nursing home where G’s dad died.  She is having terrific hallucinations as the pain meds wear off.  We are stopping by today.

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    • Himself:  Tourists in the museum yesterday.  Friday he fixed the store’s small cart and reports it has serious metal fatigue.  We had a really nice dinner at the Brig last night to thank friends for helping schlep the cookbooks.
    • Me, myself, and I:  Friday meeting with tooth, tonight meeting without tooth.  We are looking for a new cart for the store and going to see “The Post.”
    • Reading:  Louise Penny.
    • Captain Poolie:  Not good.
    • Gratitude’s:  That love is still here.  That there is kindness in the world.





    RACING

    2018-01-19T08:14:54.787-08:00

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    Datsun 1600, SPL 311

    Racing to finish the latest Louise Penny, so we can race downtown to the clinic to have my blood drawn so we can race home to get G to work on time.  I can’t schedule the CT scan of my stomach without the blood draw.  Write now.  Post this.  Post to Facebook for the Discovery shop, eat breakfast, go to work, come home and Get G so he can race me to the eye doc so they can dilate my eyes, then dinner, and a meeting.
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    • Himself:  Lovely free birthday dinner at the Boat House.
  • Me, myself, and I:  I read most of the day.
  • Reading:  Louise Penny, “A Great Reckoning.”
  • Captain Poolie:  Totally drugged into a stupor.  Moving her to a nursing home.  Very sad to see her.
  • Gratitude’s:  Lots.




  • SUCCESS AT LAST

    2018-01-17T09:00:15.222-08:00

    Photo: Dairy Goodness. Google.I’ve been trying to make a decent baked apple for eons.  Once long ago, I could cook anything with great verve and produce a pretty good dish at the end.  I prided myself on my cooking.  Not baked apples though.  I’ve never succeeded in making an edible baked apple.I have more cookbooks than Carter has Little Liver Pills.  I’ve tried to make baked apples from all of them.  I’ve failed every time.Short on time, I thought why couldn’t I try to bake an apple in the microwave.  I looked up a recipe in Google, and, as usual, I followed the directions to the letter.  I thought there might be way too much spice.  Nope.  I thought three and a half minutes would be too little time as our microwave is old.  I added another 30 seconds, and I have to tell you…they were a success.  Mouth wateringly marvelous, actually.  Unbelievably simple too.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Baked Apples for 2: All Recipes:  Nicole M.2 Apples2 Tablespoons Brown Sugar1 Teaspoon Nutmeg1 Teaspoon Cinnamon2 Teaspoons Butter1.     Core the apples, Peel or not, leaving the bottom intact.2.     In a bowl, mix the brown sugar, cinnamon and nutmeg. Spoon the sugar mixture into the apples and set a teaspoon (or more to your taste) of butter on top of each apple. Place the apples in a deep casserole dish and cover.3.     Microwave for 3 1/2 to 4 minutes or until tender. Let the apples sit for a couple minutes before serving.……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….Himself:  Really doing well.  Our friend Tom S died on the 9th...we mourn his happy presence.Me, myself, and I:  Finished the back of Bobbies Quilt and created cacophony.Reading:  Starting the new Louise Penny.Captain Poolie:  Totally drugged out.  We visited and found her asleep.  Should have left then.  Beginning Chemo through the port in her head to her brain stem.Gratitude’s:  For everything today.[...]



    GETTING READY

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    Comic Con 2017, Friday.

    All sorts of things are coming up….rapidly. 

    If you follow G’s blog you will note that Comic Con is coming up in July.  Spring Round up is in April.  But this week, there is one significant occasion…G’s Natal birthday.  Dinner out Thursday…just the two of us bayside.  Dinner out with friends Saturday on the yacht basin.  Nothing really fancy, just a celebration….we like celebrations.

    My life is much more mundane.  Laundry all day today.  Dentist today at two.  Eye doctor Friday…George is driving.   If I am lucky, I will get the back of Bobbies quilt done, and the quilt pinned by the end of the week.   Imagine that.
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    • Himself:  At work early.  Meeting
    • Me, myself, and I:  Bubble and squeak with Kielbasa tonight.
    • Reading:  A Kellerman and Kellerman mystery.  New.
    • Captain Poolie:  Feeling beginning to return in her legs as the tumor on her spine shrinks.
    • Gratitude’s:  That I had time this morning to go to the pool, to talk with friends there, and to walk many laps.



    TIME

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    Baltimore Album Quilt, 1850’s, Mingei Museum.

    Time seems to float on by me these days. Sometimes it pauses.  I can feel that.  I read a chapter, look up, and only moments have passed.  I can sew the whole back of a quilt, with severe measurement problems and me failures, and only an hour passes. 

    Yet, nearing time to sleep, time seems to compress it’s self until little gets done.  No pauses that I notice.  Dinner…I read a good mystery while I cook.  I keep quiet and simple as does the meal.  Dishes?  Gotta find fabric to finish the back of the quilt instead.  I have no time to get things done after dinner if I want to catch a favorite show.

    Today, I am taking unworn clothing out of my closet while himself plays computer games.  I shouldn’t feel annoyed as it is my suggestion that he does his.  I’m bothered in a guilty sort of way.  My stack is bigger than his stack sort of thing. 

    Time seems wrapped tightly this afternoon.  I need to relax and enjoy the watery sunshine, enjoy visiting Poolie, enjoy G’s birds fluttering in the trees.


    I too need to pause.



    SOMETIMES ALL YOU CAN DO IS LAUGH

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    So the dentist said, “We will watch them,” and I continued on with my day.

    I took a couple of hours to haul two boxes of books to work and price them.  By the time I got home, the Doctor had called with a diagnosis and prescription.  G took me out to eat to celebrate the good teeth, and the front tooth promptly came out again in the middle of an olive. 


    Sometimes, all you can do is laugh.



    CAPTAIN POOLIE NEWS

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    Captain Poolie, January 19, 2018.

    I work with a wonderful nurse named Barbara.  She’s a very up to date woman with information I didn’t take in the first time she told me.  “Lymphoma always comes back,” she said. 

    Poolie’s Lymphoma has returned.  This newest hospitalization was in La Jolla because the wait to get into the ER was over an hour.  The flu here is an epidemic.  She’s back at her usual hospital now with news that the lymphoma has returned, there is a tumor on her spine, and she is now paralyzed from the waist down. 

    The day they discovered it, they tattooed her and began radiation.  She’s in tears thinking she will be stuck in a wheel chair for the rest of her life.  I am acutely aware that Lymphoma always returns.
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    • Himself:  Feeling very good.  Made dinner appointment for his Birthday, took day off to take me to the eye doc on the 19th, Saw Poolie at the hospital last night.
    • Me, myself, and I:  Literally everyone at the hospital was wearing a mask.  Security was at the door greeting all visitors with masks.  It was a Frightening experience.  I’m waiting for a CT scan appointment.  Dentist today.
    • Reading:  Nothing at this second.
    • Gratitude’s:  That I’m only wearing out.





    RAIN RAIN

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    The desert outside Vegas.

    It’s a week of necessary errands.  Today we meet with our new accountant.  He’s a car guy too.  Wednesday I see my doc after work.  I’ve had a pain in my stomach that needs looking at.  Thursday is dentist.  George’s dental insurance kicks in, and it’s the only one that our dentist will take.  I can fix the two broken teeth now. 

    George is vastly better.  Those around us are falling like flies with the flu. 
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  • Me, myself, and I:  Very pleased with the new accountant.

  • Reading:  Fascinated by Penny’s Chief Inspector Gamache

  • Captain Poolie:  Being transferred from La Jolla to Hillcrest back to her team of doctors.

  • Gratitude’s:  Loving the rain, the wet streets, the wonderful uniqueness of rain in a desert.