Sun, trees, dirt, flowers — my nose is full of the smell of Eucalyptus leaves. I used to hike twice a month with my senior hiking group called DASH. Then my sis moved in with me so that I could be her care giver. My hiking days stopped except for once last summer when I… Continue reading The Power of Nature
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 live music. If you are willing to drive, you can hear it six evenings a week for free, from June to… Continue reading FOMO, YOLO, and YOYO
I went to my favorite beach town for 24 hours to get away from it all. The weather was foggy, the weeds in my yard were thick, and my two dogs weren’t getting along. But the thrift stores in Carmel had their end-of-the-month half-off sales yesterday, so who cared about the weather, the weeds and… Continue reading Must Be a Small Town
The last time I saw the Beatles cover band in the Santa Cruz mountains hippie town of Felton, I noticed that most of the crowd was coupled off, and most of the couples didn’t dance. They were too old, being die-hard Beatles fans for fifty years. It was a shame. The floor is real wood.… Continue reading The White Album
Last week I took Sis to the hospital for a Barium Swallow test. We had just settled into the waiting room when an elderly woman with a cane came in the door. She had to go around Sis’s wheelchair to get to the check-in window. “Am I at the right place?” she asked no one… Continue reading Oh No! Not the Dubs!
When a person has bilateral pneumonia (both lungs) and spends a week in the hospital and then two and half weeks in a skilled nursing facility, she needs breathing treatments after she goes home. So when the skilled nursing facility nurse handed me the meds during my sister’s discharge, including a box of liquid albuterol… Continue reading Runaround Sue
Just when I think I’ve turned a corner with my little Jack Russell, she does something to remind me that she had a life somewhere else with someone else before I brought her home. My son was over helping me flip the rooms around so that my sister wouldn’t have to go up and down… Continue reading Daisy the Rescue Dog, Month # 5