Category: August

Five Red Chairs

Posted in August, beach, Facebook Marketplace, fog, lawn chair, memoir, Monterey Bay, neighbors, sale, shopping, tariffs, tea cups, thrift stores, Wayfair1 Comment

I bought them in April because of the upcoming tariffs.  There were only five left in red. They had to be red.  They were delivered to my neighbor’s house since I’m not always here. They came unassembled. I tried to put one together. I had the diagram, the parts, and the time. I did okay… Continue reading Five Red Chairs

Worst Fake Friend Ever

Posted in attitude, August, babysitting co-op, birthday, California, girlfriends, humor, memoir, narcissist, parenting, play date, relationships, sewing machine, worstLeave a comment

(re-run) When I moved to suburbia in the Bay Area, I joined the town’s Newcomer’s club and then joined the babysitting co-op within the club. We were all new mothers with one or two children, and the thirty of us traded babysitting with coupons while our little families grew bigger. My two-year-old daughter bonded with… Continue reading Worst Fake Friend Ever

Doing the Wobble While Being Old

Posted in aging, August, dance floor, dancing, line dance, memoir, pandemic, senior center, seniors, sex, winery, Wobble, ZumbaLeave a comment

I just read the lyrics for the song, the Wobble, and I am blushing. It’s about sex.  It’s a really fun dance, though, mostly for women, although Saturday, as I wobbled with forty other people on a postage stamp of a dance floor at a Vallejo winery, there were at least four guys. We each… Continue reading Doing the Wobble While Being Old