(re-run from 2020) Someone in an introvert group on Facebook said he didn’t dance because it looks so dumb. Yes, it can look dumb, especially if you’re not doing it, just watching. I’m an old school dancer – shake what the good Lord gave you. I’ve been rocking out to music for half a century.… Continue reading Dancing as Stress Therapy
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Why I Love Saturday Mornings
(re-run) When I was a kid, cartoons made Saturday mornings great. We sat around in our pajamas and ate cereal in front of the TV. There was never time any other day of the week. Now that I’m grown and also retired, I still love Saturday mornings. I don’t have to Zumba, I don’t have… Continue reading Why I Love Saturday Mornings
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
I Might Be a Swiftie
(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
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
FIRST DATE, WORST DATE EVER! 