Date with a Widower

They found each other on Match. They had both lost their spouses. Don said he was looking for a good Catholic widow. He was involved with the arch diocese in Oakland.  Sue was a recovering Catholic but thought maybe he was a solid guy. She agreed to meet him for coffee. He was good-looking and… Continue reading Date with a Widower

A Text Dump and Surprise Lunch, Same Day

If you want to improve your dating life, I recommend dropping about thirty pounds in six months. Seriously, I don’t recommend developing the underlying issue, just achieving the weight loss. To make a long story short, a guy I met nine months ago, one who had lots of opportunities to break off whatever we had… Continue reading A Text Dump and Surprise Lunch, Same Day

There’s Bitchy and There’s Old-lady Bitchy

I could’ve called it My Bitchy Saturday but opted instead for the other title.  It started off with the grocery store clerk putting my bag of apples at the bottom of the bag, then placing two dozen eggs, a pound of turkey, and a container of cake on top of them. Yes, I bought a… Continue reading There’s Bitchy and There’s Old-lady Bitchy

The Power of Nature

(re-run) Sun, trees, dirt, flowers — my nose is full of the smell of Eucalyptus leaves. I used to hike twice a month with my senior hiking group called DASH. Then my sis moved in with me so that I could be her care giver. My hiking days stopped except for once last summer when… Continue reading The Power of Nature

D is for Dancing

Spring is here; summer is on its way. That means outdoor dancing venues with earlier performances, perfect for seniors looking to be home by ten. Gotta catch the news, you know. But there’s one more late show this weekend, an all-time favorite R & B band that plays Black soul, Black blues, Black disco, and… Continue reading D is for Dancing

B is for Boots

A spring wedding means pastel colors and floral prints, right?  But what if it’s still raining on the wedding day? And what if you have to walk up to the altar, turn to face the crowd,  and then need to read a poem without tripping or falling over? For me, that means wearing the shoes… Continue reading B is for Boots

To Dye or Not to Dye

Driving to Monterey today, looking at the velvety green hills and the occasional sprinkles of white on the tallest ones, my mind started composing this blog post. I thought about how everyone in California dyes his or her hair – menopausal women (no surprise there), old guys, young women, teen-aged boys. Everyone, at least it… Continue reading To Dye or Not to Dye