Author: Susan

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

Afternoon Delight and Boater Safety

Posted in afternoon delight, Bay Area, boat, Coronavirus, Covid 19, dogs, fishing, nudity, rescue, ricver current, river, river current, romance, social distancingLeave a comment

(re-run) Really, folks. You can’t make this stuff up.  My fisherman friend, we’ll call him Pete, took a buddy and his boat and spent a day on the Delta (San Francisco Bay) where the Sacramento River meets the ocean, and the delta, a mixture of fresh and salt water and just as cold as the… Continue reading Afternoon Delight and Boater Safety

The Lost Glasses, and the Other Lost Glasses

Posted in birthday, cake, dementia, exercise, garage sales, glasses, memoir, Zoom, ZumbaLeave a comment

I lost my glasses, so I had to find my spare pair. I dislike the spare pair because I get my hair caught in the hinge on the stem and then there’s breakage. I hate that. I went to the grocery store with the spare pair to get the Sunday paper, then headed to my… Continue reading The Lost Glasses, and the Other Lost Glasses

Rainy Sunday Morning Surprise

Posted in bank, grocery store, homeless, laptop, library, mask, memoir, newspaper, pandemic, rainLeave a comment

(re-run) I’m too cheap to pay $3.00 for a newspaper carrier to deliver the San Francisco Sunday Chronicle. Yes, I am a dinosaur. I still read physical newspapers, eight per week. When I discovered that I was being charged $6.00 for a $3.00 paper, I stopped my Sunday subscription and started picking it up myself.… Continue reading Rainy Sunday Morning Surprise

The Classy Meet-up Dancing Bar

Posted in best, bouncer, California, dancing, friends, humor, memoir, music, outdoors, relationships, stilettos, waiter, worstLeave a comment

There’s an outdoor dancing venue behind an Italian restaurant in downtown Pleasanton, a city which sits near a major crossroads of two freeways, north/south 680 and east /west 580, a few dozen miles east of San Francisco. The people come from all over on Thursday nights from 6:00 to 10:00 in the summer for live… Continue reading The Classy Meet-up Dancing Bar

Santa Cruz Friday

Posted in army surplus, beach, bikinis, birthday, California, ceramics, Coronavirus, Covid 19, Crow's Nest, dancing, face masks, GPS, highway 1, J.J. Cale, memoir, Moss Landing, pandemic, Santa Cruz, travel, ZumbaLeave a comment

(re-run) When a dancing friend asked me to meet him in Santa Cruz yesterday, I thought it would be a great day to break up this monotonous pandemic life. We agreed to meet at 2:00. I drove through intermittent fog and sunshine all the way to Moss Landing. I had promised myself a ceramic pot… Continue reading Santa Cruz Friday

Reflections on a Retired Thursday

Posted in childhood, chorus, Costco, COVID, dogs, errands, horse, horseback riding, memoir, memory, OCD, retirement, traffic, Zoom, ZumbaLeave a comment

(RE-RUN) You’d think retired people have seven days a week to reflect on their past lives. Not so, Smokey Joe.  There was chorus, plus a COVID booster shot on Tuesday which produced a huge headache. “Take Tylenol,” my adult child who lives down the hall said. “No, you’re supposed to let the vaccine do its… Continue reading Reflections on a Retired Thursday

The English Teacher

Posted in 1980s, books, English, garage sales, Judy Blume, memoir, Omaha, Spanish, teacherLeave a comment

I had taught school for two years in the middle of Nowhere, Nebraska, when I interviewed for a new job at a bigger school on the outskirts of Omaha.  I had the interview on a Friday afternoon after a full day of teaching and a fifty-minute drive.  I was exhausted and probably looked that way.… Continue reading The English Teacher

Me Week and the Universe

Posted in colonoscopy, dentist, dermatologist, eye doctor, hair dresser, melanoma, memoir, random, universeLeave a comment

(re-run) Now that summer is behind me, and keeping up with the music/dancing scene has slowed way down, I decided to get myself tuned up for the holidays.  That involved a colonoscopy, a dental appointment, eye doctor, skin doctor, new glasses and a haircut. The colonoscopy was first, a three-day event because two years ago,… Continue reading Me Week and the Universe

Hold the Crunch

Posted in California, college, dating, grad school, holidays, humor, marriage proposal, mom, Ohio, peanut butter, Pennsylvania, relationships, singingLeave a comment

(re-run) Jim earned his bachelor’s degree in chemical engineering in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. He took a job with Proctor and Gamble in Cincinnati, which had just started buying up food brands, like cake mixes and peanut butter. Jim’s job was to put the crunch in the new peanut butter, Jif. One machine chopped the peanuts into… Continue reading Hold the Crunch