Category: best

Is That a Mouse, Mr. Milkman?

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The world is far different today than when I was a kid. How many generations have said the exact same thing? Cave Man:  Me cold. Cave Woman: Me cold cold. Next generation: Cave man:   Me cold. Me strike rock against rock. Fire! Me warm! Cave woman: Me cold. Move over! You get the idea. Every… Continue reading Is That a Mouse, Mr. Milkman?

Nap Time, or Born to be Wild?

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(re-run) “I was born to be wild, but only till about 9:00 p.m.” That’s a post going around on Facebook from a site called Women over 50.  It wouldn’t be so funny if it weren’t so true. I’ve never been a napper, unless you count sleeping through the 10:00 news. I’ve been watching the news… Continue reading Nap Time, or Born to be Wild?

Crocodile Rock

Posted in Beatles, best, California, dancing, drinking, Elton John, friends, girl friends, humor, memoir, nature, park, relationships, summerLeave a comment

(re-run) Friday evening there was an Elton John tribute band in the plaza. Since Yellow Brick Road is one of my all-time favorite albums, I thought, why not?  My youngest, visiting from Boston, had plans to see her friends in Berkeley. It had finally cooled off a bit, and the smoke from the wildfires wasn’t… Continue reading Crocodile Rock

To Pee or Not to Pee

Posted in basketball, best, brain, childhood, children, divorce, ex-husband, Facebook, family, flying, friends, humor, memoir, memory, music, relationships, student, Study abroad, teaching, worstLeave a comment

I often dream about finding a public bathroom to use right before I wake up. It’s because I have to pee. Two nights ago I dreamed I was in a crowded restaurant and when I went into the bathroom, there were tables in there with groups of women seated around them. I stood at the… Continue reading To Pee or Not to Pee

Cut Loose on a Saturday Afternoon

Posted in best, California, dancing, drinking, friends, historic, humor, live music, Mare Island, memoir, music, navy, singing, socializing, wineryLeave a comment

“I like the way you dance,” he said to me last Saturday afternoon. Margo and I had gone to Vino Godfather, a cool little winery in an old Victorian house on Mare Island in Vallejo. The island used to be a naval base, judging from the abandoned barracks on the way to the winery. A… Continue reading Cut Loose on a Saturday Afternoon

Porch Pirates, Poinsettias and Peaches

Posted in animal adoption, best, board and care, burglaries, California, caregiver, holiday weekend, holidays, humor, last, memoir, neighbors, pet, relationships, Thanksgiving2 Comments

The joke going around social media is that if you want to get rid of your junk, put it in an Amazon box and leave it on your porch. It’s not that funny around my neighborhood. Porch pirates are everywhere this time of year. Neighbors are sure to tell each other when they will be… Continue reading Porch Pirates, Poinsettias and Peaches

The Overachieving Steer, Knickers

Posted in Australia, best, bipolar, memoir, Nebraska, OCD, overachiever, parent-teacher conference, relationships, South America, steer, Study abroad, summer, worstLeave a comment

In Australia, there is a Holstein steer that is six feet, four inches tall.  That’s one big bovine! I first heard about him on the nightly news tonight.  Then I Googled the guy to see what else I could find out about him. His name is Knickers.   He is too big to fit in the… Continue reading The Overachieving Steer, Knickers

Woodstock or Work?

Posted in bands, best, helpful strangers, historic, humor, live music, Long Island, nature, outdoors, pig, postal service, rain, relationships, small town, vacation, vintageLeave a comment

In 1969 Max Yasgur’s pig farm in upstate New York sounded like the place to be for three days and three nights. Frank had been delivering the Woodstock tickets for weeks on Long Island at his job as a summer letter carrier for the U.S. Post Office. He and the other summer carriers knew it… Continue reading Woodstock or Work?