If you think is going to be about sex, I hate to disappoint you, but no. I had my first massage in two months today. I wore a mask, he wore a mask, it was hard to breathe while putting my head in that little oval hole while wearing an N-95. It is left over… Continue reading Magic Fingers During Covid-19
(re-run) I carry a tiny purse, a cross-body bag, actually. My chiropractor told me to get that heavy bag off my shoulder twenty years ago, and I did. My purses got smaller and smaller until now all that will fit in it is money, credit cards, a lipstick and earplugs. I can’t get anything else… Continue reading Front Pocket, Back Pocket, Cleavage, Repeat!
(re-run) I remember my birthdays during my childhood. School was already out, kids were on trips (the lake, the cabins in the woods, the Ozarks — not Hawaii, Paris, or Greece). My birthdays were lonely except for my siblings and one or two close friends. The Iowa weather could also be a bit iffy in… Continue reading The Two Perks of Social Media
Every other Tuesday I treat myself to a full-hour massage at my chiropractor’s office. Curtis is awesome. He can make this senior citizen feel almost 50 again. Curtis asks lots of questions while he is working on me. For the past several months I haven’t been able to talk, have barely been able to lie… Continue reading Massage Talk, Otter Card, and Scavenger Find
I remember my birthdays during my childhood. School was already out, kids were on trips (the lake, the cabins in the woods, the Ozarks — not Hawaii, Paris, or Greece). My birthdays were lonely except for my siblings and one or two close friends. The Iowa weather could also be a bit iffy in mid-June.… Continue reading The Two Perks of Social Media
I admit it. The Saver’s Thrift Store in Dublin calls me and every other over-55 senior in the tri-valley on Tuesdays. Why? The 30% senior discount off of everything. That’s why. My massage and chiropractor appointment messed up exercise class for me, so afterward, I swung through CVS to get Sis’s meds that they’d sent… Continue reading Another Thrifty Day at the Thrift Store
The forecast was for rain. But Monterey was calling. It had been more than two weeks. The chorus concerts were done, and there were too many events for Memorial Day weekend up in the Bay Area. If I wanted to sneak in two nights at my beach house, I needed to go. Rain or no… Continue reading Fighting my Way to Monterey