Author: Susan

I do this blog for PG audiences and another one for R audiences with Bae Bliss.

Am I an Outlier or a Weirdo?

Posted in Amazon Prime, boat, books, Disney channel, Dr. Fauci, fight, Hispanic, immigration, iphone, laundry, memoir, nonfiction, NRA, online dating, outlier, recycle, Roe v. Wade, school shooting, Starbucks, tea cups, thrift store, Walmart, Whole FoodsLeave a comment

I don’t go to Starbucks. I don’t have an iphone, not sure how to spell it. I don’t have an Amazon Prime account. I don’t shop at Whole Foods. I won’t shop at Walmart. I recycle everything, even dig through the garbage looking for things my roommate adult child chose not to recycle. I love… Continue reading Am I an Outlier or a Weirdo?

When a House Feels Like a Home

Posted in college, divorce, fixer, house, house remodel, memoir, moving, neighbors, online sales, pioneers, puppy, sister, yardLeave a comment

It’s been eleven years since I moved into my little house. It has changed so much, and that’s a good thing. I liked the location but not the house. It was vacant. I saw it three Sundays in a row. The third time I looked at it, I decided I could live there. It was… Continue reading When a House Feels Like a Home

Playing Ball with Daisy, 2.0

Posted in animal training, animals, Christmas tree, dog manners, dog park, dogs, Girl Scout camp, memoir, rain, treesLeave a comment

A month or so ago, my three-time rescue Jack Russell terrier got overly excited and went after a loose Pomeranian in the park next to my house. Long story short, she’s no longer allowed off-leash. “I thought you didn’t play ball with her anymore,” my handywoamn said when I explained to her that she needed… Continue reading Playing Ball with Daisy, 2.0

Child of Rock and Roll

Posted in 45s, 78s, Bohemian Rhapsody, Eagles, Elvis, Isley Brothers, LPs, memoir, records, rock and roll, song lyrics, songs, songwriter, stereo systemLeave a comment

Being born in the fifties, 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… Continue reading Child of Rock and Roll

Mass Shootings in the News

Posted in assault weapons, basketball, Facebook, gender, gender roles, memoir, Mitch Mc Connell, NRA, Steve Kerr, teacher, teacher shortage, teaching, U., U.S. House of Representatives, U.S. SenateLeave a comment

My daughter and her husband have no network TV. A week and a half after the Uvalde shootings, I have to say that it might’ve been a good thing to miss all of it when I was there to meet my grandson. Now I’m back, and the pile of newspapers have been read. I’ve seen… Continue reading Mass Shootings in the News

Biggest Scavenger Day Ever

Posted in California, ceramics, dog food, friends, garden club, gardening, handy woman, hiking, low back pain, memoir, moving, pots, succulents, truckLeave a comment

(re-run) A friend of mine in a garden club knows that I like pots and plants. She called to say that a member was moving and offering her many potted plants to the club.  Nancy drove over to the woman’s house with me on Tuesday. I filled up my car with lots of little pots… Continue reading Biggest Scavenger Day Ever

Parking Lot Pick-up

Posted in Berkeley, California, cars, Catholic, college, dancing, dating, fraternity, friends, humor, relationshipsLeave a comment

(re-run) Edith and her friend, Laura, were bored. It was Saturday night, and they’d been at their all-girls’ school, Holy Names, for a whole week. It was time to find some guys, to find a party. They pulled into Berkeley and headed for Fraternity Row. Laura spotted someone she had dated before and rolled down… Continue reading Parking Lot Pick-up

Home Alone in the Shower

Posted in 70s, Alfred Hitchcock, basement, bathroom, Chicago, high school, memoir, meter man, Psycho the movie, shower, teenagers1 Comment

(re-run) If you’ve never seen Alfred Hitchcock’s horror movie, Psycho, Janet Leigh gets killed while taking a shower.  It’s a creep fest, and she won awards for her convincing screams. Flash back to the 70’s, when I was a teen and home alone, taking a shower in the new basement bathroom. It was a crude… Continue reading Home Alone in the Shower

Cleaning for Company and a Bleach Bottle

Posted in bleach, Christmas, cleaning, handy woman, hedge, memoir, Oak, small stuff, Thanksgiving, tree hugger, trees, writingLeave a comment

(re-run) Thanksgiving Day is fast approaching. I still had to clean the sewing room for my daughter, who is coming for a short visit from the East Coast. I also emptied out my office so that I could get a twin mattress in there when all three of my kids, plus one husband, are here… Continue reading Cleaning for Company and a Bleach Bottle

Pyracantha and the Path to School

Posted in California, deer, fences, gardeners, memoir, native plants, photinia, pyracantha, school, school district, shortcut, smoking, trash, weedLeave a comment

(re-run) When my kids were 14, 11 and 6, we moved into a house that bordered the school district’s property. The middle school sat to the right of our backyard, and the high school sat to the left. Only a chain-length fence and a hedge of Photinia separated its property from ours. I called the… Continue reading Pyracantha and the Path to School