Old People Perks at Costco

(re-run) I went to Costco this morning, my monthly grocery run. I got there at 8:30, and the doors were already open. The sign said Seniors over 60- only. I got my cart and headed inside. “Are you 60?” the dude at the door asked. “65!” I said, a new bounce in my step. I’d… Continue reading Old People Perks at Costco

My Free Farm Dog

(re-run) I saw three Aussie-mix puppies today.  They are ten to twelve weeks old and gorgeous! I remember Pepper as a puppy just four years ago. I am too old to house-train another puppy.  But they were so cute! I had a Brittany spaniel/Australian Blue Heeler mix puppy way back in the day.  My future… Continue reading My Free Farm Dog

Imitation is the Sincerest Form of Flattery

(re-run) When I was in high school and bought some of my clothes at the DAV (Disabled American Vets) thrift store, they called me quirky. When I made a cool pair of bell bottom jeans out of my dad’s old work pants, they called me quirky, but they also asked me where I got them.… Continue reading Imitation is the Sincerest Form of Flattery

My Bad, It’s Just a Brain Fart

(re-run) I ventured out this morning to get Sis’s prescriptions and some Zyrtec for allergies. Today is the first day that everyone in my county is required to wear some type of a face mask when out and about at the grocery store, etc..  I have one left over from the fires of 2018. The… Continue reading My Bad, It’s Just a Brain Fart

My Home-town Report

Last night at chorus rehearsal, I had to say something about my hometown, since I missed the retreat due to COVID.  He called on me last, so I had some time to figure out what I was going to say. What I said was, “I’m from Urbandale, Iowa, a suburb of Des Moines.” Soprano Rebecca… Continue reading My Home-town Report

Monday, Monday

(re-run) The neighbors have a new puppy. I can hear it squeaking at their back door. The windows are open, a hot night for October in California. My stitched-up leg is on the foot stool. The pain has lessened. After all, it is day 5.  Only 9 more to go before the stitches come out.… Continue reading Monday, Monday

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