Author: Susan

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

Spring Cleaning in February

Posted in air purifier, antique, Australia, cleaning, fundraiser, Jack Russell terrier, koalas, memoir, music, nursing home, pollen, rain, singingLeave a comment

(re-run) It started with a koala bear.  A bunch of them.  Some musicians were having a fundraiser for Australia, the fires, and the koalas.  It was donation at the door.  Two and a half hours of music, and I knew three of the performers. We got there early and sat in the third row.  Two… Continue reading Spring Cleaning in February

Good Riddance to January

Posted in argument, beach house, Bill of Rights, Bruce Springsteen, constitution, endoscopy, fences, Fox News, gastroenterologist, ICE, Jack Russell terrier, January, memoir, Minneapolis, NRA, poop, Renee GoodLeave a comment

Talk about the month from hell, January was the worst month, so far, of 2026.  So many bad things happened.  On New Year’s Day, my body decided to have a pooping meltdown. I was so dizzy, then hot, then clammy, then dizzy, that I couldn’t make it out of bed, a new low for laundry… Continue reading Good Riddance to January

Through the Tunnel

Posted in Caldecott Tunnel, California, Fruitvale, shopping, White Elephant saleLeave a comment

(re-run, pre-pandemic) Today I ventured through the Caldecott Tunnel that connects the East Bay with Oakland, Berkeley, and San Francisco.  It was sunny on my side but foggy on the other side. Still, traffic wasn’t too bad, and my car almost drove itself to the warehouse sale off of Fruitvale Avenue (yes, that Fruitvale –… Continue reading Through the Tunnel

Guardian Angels on Call

Posted in 911, accident, car, car accident, dogs, freeway, guardian angel, memoir, philosophyLeave a comment

(re-run) My two-hour drive from the beach back to suburbia can become longer if there’s an accident along 101, a two-lane (on each side) highway. Once I got past Gilroy, the garlic capital of the world, where the highway grows to four lanes each way through San Jose, I felt confident that I was going… Continue reading Guardian Angels on Call

The Gun at Grandma’s House

Posted in bedroom, childhood, church, grandma, guns, memoir, relationships, religion, sister, Sunday dinner, VictorianLeave a comment

(re-run) The thing was cold, black, and heavy. Even though I was just a kid, maybe nine or ten, I knew a gun when I saw it. I’d been jumping on Grandma Nellie’s bed. The pillow had fallen on the floor. The gun was under the pillow. I put everything back the way I found… Continue reading The Gun at Grandma’s House

O is for Old Words with New Meanings

Posted in Amazon, celebrities, dude, gays, Google, language, meanings, pop culture, prime, slang, sports, tweet, words1 Comment

As a word lover, I noticed yesterday that some words change their meanings over time. Like dude. It used to mean a gussied-up cowboy or ranch hand. Now it means wow or c’mon or I hear you or unbelievable. As I made a list of words with changed meanings I realized many of them apply… Continue reading O is for Old Words with New Meanings

Just for the Halibut

Posted in back ache, California, cancer, Christmas, Facebook, father, Father's Day, funeral, hospital, Iowa, memoir, punster, Spain, Spanish, student teaching, teaching, VenezuelaLeave a comment

(re-run) Father’s Day has come and gone. I saw many black and white photos of men on Facebook, people my age honoring their deceased dads. I didn’t have a good photo of Dad to post, just silly ones or childhood ones. It never occurred to me 34 years ago that I would someday want a… Continue reading Just for the Halibut