After Sue became a widow, her adult children were protective of her dating online. They had her send them a profile photo, an address, and phone number for each guy she dated. One of them was an anesthesiologist named Don. Sue’s son’s friend knew Don since he was in the medical field. Sue felt safe… Continue reading The Third Date Rule?
Author: Susan
I do this blog for PG audiences and another one for R audiences with Bae Bliss.
The Newest Barbie Doll — Day of the Dead
If the newest Barbie doll has a Mexican theme and comes dressed as a Day of the Dead doll, it means that Mattel is paying attention to the changing U.S. demographics. It is almost the year 2020, and the country is becoming more Hispanic every year. Why is that? White Baby Boomers are dying faster… Continue reading The Newest Barbie Doll — Day of the Dead
Fluorescent Man at the Wine Festival
Today the town up one freeway and over another freeway had a wine festival. My art friend was showing her work, so we agreed to meet for lunch when she was done. A guy friend wanted to dance at 5:00 to the Spazmatics. I got the dogs done early, visited my sis, and then headed… Continue reading Fluorescent Man at the Wine Festival
Shake-up in the Routine
I am a creature of habit. If it’s Monday then it’s exercise with Carolyn at 9:30. If it’s Tuesday it’s chorus at 7:00. If it’s Wednesday, it’s exercise with Milan at 9:30. If it’s Thursday it’s Wild Card day. If it’s Friday, it’s exercise with Yuko at 9:30. Only this week things were goofed up.… Continue reading Shake-up in the Routine
It’s a Jungle Out There
(re-run) I saw a coyote yesterday during my strength and training class at the senior center. There are so many people in the drop-in class that I have to stand right in front of the glass doors, with a view of the hills filled with wild turkeys, birds, and now Wiley Coyote. My back hurts… Continue reading It’s a Jungle Out There
You Know You’re Getting Old when . . .
. . . .you planned on driving an hour to hear live music for two hours, but now you’d rather sit home and watch the news and the PBS country music special. . . . you decided to sort out all of your framing supplies and halfway through, you thought to yourself, what have I… Continue reading You Know You’re Getting Old when . . .
Massage Talk, Otter Card, and Scavenger Find
Every other Tuesday I treat myself to a full-hour massage at my chiropractor’s office. Curtis is awesome. He can make this senior citizen feel almost 50 again. Curtis asks lots of questions while he is working on me. For the past several months I haven’t been able to talk, have barely been able to lie… Continue reading Massage Talk, Otter Card, and Scavenger Find
Helicopters, the President, and Facebook
Four helicopters flew overhead. Big ones. Flying in formation. These were not Action News helicopters. This was different. I was walking my sister around the back yard of her board and care home. She had her walker going, the scrape of the legs against the concrete. Still, the noise of four helicopters drowned out everything… Continue reading Helicopters, the President, and Facebook
The Racist and the Ficus Tree
When I was young, the one black boy in my elementary school was my classmate. His name was Teddy. This was white-white-white Iowa in the 60’s. My first grade teacher, Mrs. Van Cura, got angry at the class one day for misbehaving and said, “Whoever doesn’t behave will have to play with Teddy at recess.”… Continue reading The Racist and the Ficus Tree
Mr. No Class
They met online through a singles website (not the swiping one). Tom lived and worked in Napa. Carin lived less than an hour away in the San Francisco East Bay on a horse ranchette with her seven horses. She ran a small upscale hair salon. After much texting and talking, they got together for dinner… Continue reading Mr. No Class
FIRST DATE, WORST DATE EVER! 