(re-run) John had a date with a woman named Sally. She had just rescued a dog and named it Muffin. John wanted to go skim boarding at the beach, and he asked Sally to come with him. Of course she had to bring Muffin, her Golden Retriever. When they got to San Gregorio beach a… Continue reading Must Love Dogs
My next-door neighbor just told me that he had the Coronavirus in December, that he was down for 10 days, lost weight, lost his sense of smell and taste, and felt like he had a big rubber band around his chest. He had to sleep in a chair because it hurt to lie down. He… Continue reading Memorial Day Weekend – Hello to Summer
It’s week ten or eleven of the Covid-19 lockdown — I’ve lost track. I found out in a Zoom meeting last night that two more people that I know had a nasty virus in March that caused them to lose their sense of smell and taste. They are both well over sixty, as are the… Continue reading You Know You’ve Been Alone Too Long When . . .
(re-run) It used to be when I had a few minutes of free time, I’d try to get something done, like work on a story, clean a drawer, or do some squats. Oh, I could’ve written about squats since it starts with an S. But what can you say? Bend down, butt out. Stand up,… Continue reading S is for Scrolling (Surfing)
(re-run) She ran a personal ad in the Contra Costa Times: Single white female looking for single Asian man. Her two previous boyfriends had been Asian. James called and left a message with his phone number on a Friday night. The next morning Pam checked her phone messages. She liked his voice as she listened… Continue reading Do You Want a Cookie, Little Girl?
I can no longer use my front door. See photo, upper right. I was for 5 nights for these reasons: The foxtails have overtaken my yard, and now that it has stopped raining (probably until fall) I have a ton of weeds to pull (foxtails are bad for dogs’ eyes and noses). I wore myself… Continue reading So This is What Happened While I was Gone
Last night the special on TV thanked the nurses, doctors, policemen, delivery men, grocery store workers, restaurant workers, mail carriers, truckers, etc, etc. Nobody thanked the farm workers. A week ago I was driving back from Monterey in a light rain. As I passed the fields on either side of the freeway, I saw the… Continue reading The New Normal