(re-run) Yesterday morning I stepped up to the kitchen sink to fill the tea pot and looked out my window at the flowers exploding in my yard. I glanced over to the fountain where I saw dozens of identical birds taking drinks in a clumped up circle around the top of my round fountain. Their… Continue reading Nature’s Prayer Moment
Category: California
No New Year’s Resolutions for Me
Today’s the day I am supposed to resolve to do better, work harder, exercise more, and eat clean. Guess what? I learned long ago to do things in baby steps. It takes twenty-one days to form a new habit. Sometimes I can do it if I don’t think too hard about it. Like yogurt. I… Continue reading No New Year’s Resolutions for Me
My Day Offline
Every morning I get up, feed the dogs, boil a pot of water, and make a blog post. Then I drink my cup of hot water, scroll through Facebook, and wait for my reflux meds to kick in. Then I eat breakfast, take a shower, and start my day. I usually return to the internet… Continue reading My Day Offline
Lady Tenor in a Sea of Men
(re-run) My chorus just did two back-to-back performances this past weekend. There are 120 of us this semester, with only thirty men. The men sing the bass and tenor parts, and five of us women sing the higher tenor part with the guys. Why, you ask? Because we five gals have a lower range than… Continue reading Lady Tenor in a Sea of Men
Nap Time, or Born to be Wild?
(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
(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
Cut Loose on a Saturday Afternoon
“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
Forgetful? Forget About It
The older I get, the more forgetful I become. I try to trick myself into remembering things, but sometimes the senior moment wins out. I sing in a chorus and just performed two concerts this past weekend. Some of the words rolled off my tongue, and others would not come out. It’s been four months… Continue reading Forgetful? Forget About It
It Just Depends
They had the same hair dresser. She was coming in as he was going out. He asked for her phone number. She gave it to her hairdresser to give to him. There aren’t too many eligible men in their seventies, especially one that still had his hair! Garth took Gladys to a nice Japanese restaurant.… Continue reading It Just Depends
To Flirt or Not to Flirt
They found each other on Match. They had both lost their spouses. Don said he was looking for a good Catholic widow. He was involved with the arch diocese in Oakland. Sue was a recovering Catholic but thought maybe he was a solid guy. She agreed to meet him for coffee. He was good-looking and… Continue reading To Flirt or Not to Flirt
FIRST DATE, WORST DATE EVER! 