Daisy wags her tail a lot more these days. She’s been on Prozac ever since the unfortunate park incident, the one I paid for last week when the owner of the five-pound dog brought over the vet bill, three and a half months after the fact. No worries. I told him I’d pay the bill,… Continue reading My Pooch on Prozac
Month: July 2022
Late-night Loser
(re-run) I met a guy at a dance. We emailed each other for a week (before texting). We decided to meet at Bing Crosby’s. I took a seat at the bar, and asked for water. After all, I’d had two glasses of wine already, waiting for him to get off work at the TV station… Continue reading Late-night Loser
A Giants Date
(re-run) Tom, the contractor, was a Giants fan. He found a similar-minded woman on Match.com. Tom’s friend had given him the tickets, field level seats at the third baseline, near the players’ wives. Tom asked his date to meet him at his place so they could drive over to the stadium in San Francisco together.… Continue reading A Giants Date
He Ain’t Heavy, He’s my Match Date
(re-run) Ingrid had been on an online dating website for a little over a month. She had tried meeting a few guys but only if they were willing to email back and forth and actually pick up a phone and call. Fred had flirted and called, and now it was time for them to meet.… Continue reading He Ain’t Heavy, He’s my Match Date
Apple Tree
(re-run) You know it’s apple-picking season when the dogs start bringing in the bruised ones and then growl at each other. When I bought the house, I inherited the apple tree. I didn’t realize how prolific it was until one day, after the gardeners left, I noticed a line of fat apples sitting on my… Continue reading Apple Tree
The Blond-tourage
(re-run) Every woman over fifty gets the same advice from her hairdresser — lighten up your hair. As our skin fades and our looks do, too, we need brighter lipstick, sparkly-er clothing and blonder locks to stay looking as young as we can. My apologies to women of color; this may not apply to you.… Continue reading The Blond-tourage
Spitting Mad Saturday
Before I vent here about how caregivers are underpaid and underappreciated, let me say that I’ve changed all the names to protect the people in this story. My sis lives in a care home, which is like a mini nursing home in a house. Right now, there are only two residents with a 24-hour-a-day, live-in… Continue reading Spitting Mad Saturday
Runaway Daisy
(re-run) My girlfriend has been coming over to walk with me a couple times each week. Since I have two dogs (she’s not a dog person), I alternate which dog walks on each day. Tuesday it was Daisy’s turn to walk. I got her harness on her and was ready to go before Tess pulled… Continue reading Runaway Daisy
Child of Rock and Roll
Being a child in the sixties and becoming a teen-ager a year after the Summer of Love and the year before Woodstock, I straddled two decades of great music with a foot in each. As kids, we danced to Elvis records in Debbie Harvey’s basement, which was way cooler than dancing to Bing Crosby in… Continue reading Child of Rock and Roll
Mornings Are for Blogging
(re-run) When you’re mostly retired, like I am, you find that you think best in the morning. I’ve written and published 29 children’s books, and each one was born in the a.m. (not after midnight). At night I am pretty worthless. I can usually read until 7:00 or 8:00 p.m. Then it’s Snoozeville after that,… Continue reading Mornings Are for Blogging
FIRST DATE, WORST DATE EVER! 