The Frazzled, Harried Shopping Day with No Money

Yesterday I was busy, squared.  I planned my whole day around running down to Dublin before 4:30 to get some free samples from my sister’s doctor. Sis is in the doughnut hole for meds with Medicare, which means they are expensive. On the way down to Pleasanton, I got a call from one of her… Continue reading The Frazzled, Harried Shopping Day with No Money

Stigma Attached to Helping the Homeless

I have twenty bags of stuff for the homeless people in Hayward. The news reported last week that there are 500 people on the streets there, way up from last year. I asked my chorus to donate. Thank God all 130 of them didn’t do it. My car is full. At a chorus program-stuffing party… Continue reading Stigma Attached to Helping the Homeless

Front Pocket, Back Pocket, Cleavage, Repeat!

(re-run) I carry a tiny purse, a cross-body bag, actually.  My chiropractor told me to get that heavy bag off my shoulder twenty years ago, and I did. My purses got smaller and smaller until now all that will fit in it is money, credit cards, a lipstick and earplugs. I can’t get anything else… Continue reading Front Pocket, Back Pocket, Cleavage, Repeat!

Un-Decorating to Decorate

I write this as my neurotic rescue dog paws me on the arm. She wants her morning apple. I am waiting for the Omeprazole to kick in. Then I remember that I have a massage scheduled this morning, so no breakfast for me! I get up from the laptop and find a bruised banana from… Continue reading Un-Decorating to Decorate

Oh, What a Weekend!

It’s that time of year, with holiday events jam-packed into three short weekends, since Thanksgiving was the latest if could possibly be, the fourth Thursday, November 28th. I was able to attend my singles’ party for the first time in several years. My chorus usually performs on the first Friday night in December, but not… Continue reading Oh, What a Weekend!

No Christmas Tree for Me

(re-run) Eight Christmases in this house and only two trees. Both were living, and they got planted in my yard. Guess what? My yard is full. That’s what happens when you get rid of your grass, fire your gardener, and watch volunteer trees grow on their own, self-planting trees with a little help from the… Continue reading No Christmas Tree for Me

Cut Loose on a Saturday Afternoon

(re-run) “I like the way you dance,” he said to me last Saturday afternoon. Margo and I had gone to Vino Godfather, a cool little winery in an old Victorian house on Mare Island in Vallejo. The island used to be a naval base, judging from the abandoned barracks on the way to the winery.… Continue reading Cut Loose on a Saturday Afternoon