(re-run) Saturday night I searched Netflix for something to fill a ninety-minute gap in my TV viewing. I could have gone dancing, but the storm made it comfortable to be a couch potato instead. There was a documentary about Taylor Swift. I’ve always admired her songwriting skills. I heard lately that she has had multiple… Continue reading I Might Be a Swiftie
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The Dancing Tribe
(re-run from October 2021)) Different town. Different band. Same faces. We are the tribe of dancers, mostly in our fifties, sixties, and seventies, following rock and roll music wherever it goes. We might not know each other’s names, but we smile and wave. It’s been two years since some of us have seen each other.… Continue reading The Dancing Tribe
I Might Be a Swiftie
Saturday night I searched Netflix for something to fill a ninety-minute gap in my TV viewing. I could have gone dancing, but the storm made it comfortable to be a couch potato instead. There was a documentary about Taylor Swift. I’ve always admired her songwriting skills. I heard lately that she has had multiple (5)… Continue reading I Might Be a Swiftie
Best Ed Sullivan Show Ever
(re-run) Carol grew up in in Pueblo, Colorado, which was called the little Pittsburg of the West. Her dad was a steelworker. Her mom was a lab tech phlebotomist at the hospital. Whenever one of the kids got sick, her mom would bring home a hypodermic needle in her purse to draw some blood. “To… Continue reading Best Ed Sullivan Show Ever
WTF? Ring the Doorbell!
I have an older friend who has glommed onto texting as though it were the only way to communicate. She becomes impatient if I don’t respond within sixty seconds. She occasionally takes a walk and ends up in my front yard, asking for a glass of water. Don’t get me wrong. I’d be happy to… Continue reading WTF? Ring the Doorbell!
Hospice Heroes
To Sis: “You’re bright-eyed and bushy tailed this morning.” “You’re a fighter, aren’t you?” “People will miss you, but it’s okay to go.” As I watched the Hospice nurse do her job, I was amazed at how good she was at it. To Me: “Have you eaten anything today?” “You can call me at any… Continue reading Hospice Heroes
Back in my Fat Pants Again
(re-run) It sounds like a country western song. “Well, my true love done left me. He mosied ‘round the bend. It makes me sad that I’m heading back to my fat pants again!” In the winter, when I can hide under many layers, I am thinnest. Maybe it’s all the no-calorie tea and hot water… Continue reading Back in my Fat Pants Again
The Dancing Tribe
(re-run from October 2021)) Different town. Different band. Same faces. We are the tribe of dancers, mostly in our fifties, sixties, and seventies, following rock and roll music wherever it goes. We might not know each other’s names, but we smile and wave. It’s been two years since some of us have seen each other.… Continue reading The Dancing Tribe
Back in my Fat Pants Again
It sounds like a country western song. “Well, my true love done left me. He mosied ‘round the bend. It makes me sad that I’m heading back to my fat pants again!” In the winter, when I can hide under many layers, I am thinnest. Maybe it’s all the no-calorie tea and hot water that… Continue reading Back in my Fat Pants Again
Marriage Advice from a Divorced Person
(re-run) Facebook gives me many ideas for blog posts. I went thrifting this morning in my little beach town and was going to brag about how I went to four thrift stores, bought four bags of stuff and only spent $7.50 plus $4.28 plus $6.53 plus $19.99. It was a stellar day for useful household… Continue reading Marriage Advice from a Divorced Person
FIRST DATE, WORST DATE EVER! 