(re-run) A morning sunrise, skies streaked pink and blue. A warm dog cuddled under the afghan throw as I read a book. A hot cup of fake mocha coffee and a Madeleine cookie. A bunch of texts from an adult child 3000 miles away. A photo of my smiling grandson in his high chair. The… Continue reading It’s the Little Things
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Hook, Line and Sinker
On my date yesterday listening to the Beatles band with a new guy I had the unfortunate experience of sitting directly behind my ex bf. For the purpose of this blog I am going to call him John. John was charming and came at me one night a year and a half ago, saying, “I’ve… Continue reading Hook, Line and Sinker
FOMO, YOLO, and YOYO
(re-run) You know summer has begun when you are constantly checking your email and calendar to make sure you’re not missing out on some live music that evening. Every town has its own series of music in the park. If you are willing to drive, you can hear it six evenings a week for free,… Continue reading FOMO, YOLO, and YOYO
Ready To Pop
I had a memory pop into my head this morning. I was nine months pregnant at the grocery store, in line waiting for the checker to finishing ringing up my groceries. I might’ve had a pre-schooler with me. The bag boy looked at my protruding belly and said, “You look like you’re ready to pop.… Continue reading Ready To Pop
One Night, Seventeen Babies
When our daughter came out, covered in dark hair just like her dad, the nurse slapped an i.d. tag on her tiny little foot. For some reason I reached over to read it.
Slow Sunday
The weather is cold and sprinkly (not rainy). I have lots to do after spending three days doing yardwork at the beach, where it was also cold and rainy. Filling up three huge green cans in three days is a lot for an old lady. I had to run to the grocery store today, read… Continue reading Slow Sunday
The Lost Glasses, and the Other Lost Glasses
I lost my glasses, so I had to find my spare pair. I dislike the spare pair because I get my hair caught in the hinge on the stem and then there’s breakage. I hate that. I went to the grocery store with the spare pair to get the Sunday paper, then headed to my… Continue reading The Lost Glasses, and the Other Lost Glasses
Santa Cruz Friday
(re-run) When a dancing friend asked me to meet him in Santa Cruz yesterday, I thought it would be a great day to break up this monotonous pandemic life. We agreed to meet at 2:00. I drove through intermittent fog and sunshine all the way to Moss Landing. I had promised myself a ceramic pot… Continue reading Santa Cruz Friday
Snow Day
Many of my Medicare friends are moving or contemplating moving to retirement communities. A big one close to my town is called Rossmoor. It’s a huge gated community built back in the sixties and contains 6700 residential units surrounded by open space. At least one resident in each unit must be at least fifty-five years… Continue reading Snow Day
Worst Fake Friend Ever
(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
