Category: Costco

The Bathroom Post

Posted in colon, colonoscopy, Costco, dating, dating profile, digestive system, diverticulitis, diverticulosis, endoscopy, ER, gastroenterologist, humor, laxatives, memoir, poopLeave a comment

(re-run) Nobody talks about it except those red bears on the toilet paper commercial. Everybody poops. Or they at least try to. Older folks often have trouble in this department because the body is less efficient, and everything slows down, especially the digestive system. My days of eating nachos for lunch are over, my friends.… Continue reading The Bathroom Post

Bicycles, Pedicures, and the Carpool Lane

Posted in bicycles, carpool, Costco, daughter, humor, pedicure, relationships, relatives, sonLeave a comment

(re-run) When your daughter comes to town for the week, your routine gets a shake-up. Instead of going out to find your fun, you find that it centers around your offspring, at least two of them. There are lunches, dinners, and more lunches. There are shopping trips and tubs of important papers to sort, that… Continue reading Bicycles, Pedicures, and the Carpool Lane

My Perfect High School OCD Job

Posted in babysitting, bag boy, bar codes, Costco, grocery store, high school, McDonald's, memoir, OCD, scanners, teacher, uniforms, Wonder BreadLeave a comment

(re-run( After babysitting for every rug rat in my neighborhood and getting short-changed by a few of their parents (the going rate was 50 cents an hour), I moved into real jobs with time cards and pay stubs. The first one was as a window clerk at Mc Donald’s. I was fast. I could take… Continue reading My Perfect High School OCD Job

Pandemic Tuesday and the Escape Dog

Posted in Coronavirus, Costco, Covid 19, deli, dogs, library, memoir, post office, reservoirLeave a comment

(re-run) It’s that bewitching hour, 6:00 p.m. I’ve done all my daily duties, the chorus Zoom meeting isn’t till 7:00, I am too tired to clean something, I’ve scrolled through Facebook enough, so now I will write a blog post. I started out my day by going to Costco. I go once a month and… Continue reading Pandemic Tuesday and the Escape Dog

Where’s the Beef?

Posted in bacon, beef, Beyond Burger, California, climate change, Costco, cows, energy, food, Iowa, memoir, Millennials, nursing home, pescatarian, plants, sister, Thanksgiving, vegetarianLeave a comment

(re-run) My sister fell out of her recliner at her nursing home (board and care home, actually) and landed on her face and glasses. The glasses were badly bent, so I needed to go to Costco on the DAY BEFORE THANKSGIVING to see if they would bend them back into shape with their magical optical… Continue reading Where’s the Beef?

Neighborhood Pack Rat

Posted in Amazon, antique store, Coronavirus, Costco, Covid 19, Depression, elastic, fabric, face masks, garage, grandma, memoir, neighborhood, neighbors, pack rat, recycle, scavenger, sewing, sewing room, shelter in place, social distancing, thrift storeLeave a comment

(re-run) You know our kind. We save everything, just in case. I might need that someday. I’m going to wear that size again. That thing on the side of the road still has use left in it, and it’s free. That has a good memory for me. Who keeps stuff that evokes bad memories? No… Continue reading Neighborhood Pack Rat

Snowshoeing with the Girls

Posted in California, Costco, flat feet, girl friends, lunch, memoir, Midwestern, Nevada, skiing, snow, snowshoe, Tahoe, trees, winterLeave a comment

(re-run) The last time I was in Tahoe in the winter, Valentina, Margo and I went snowshoeing. The guys went skiing, but we girls weren’t up for that. Maybe it was the house party the night before, or maybe it was a fear of snowboarders taking us out as we meandered down the slopes. Full… Continue reading Snowshoeing with the Girls

Reflections on a Retired Thursday

Posted in childhood, chorus, Costco, COVID, dogs, errands, horse, horseback riding, memoir, memory, OCD, retirement, traffic, Zoom, ZumbaLeave a comment

(RE-RUN) You’d think retired people have seven days a week to reflect on their past lives. Not so, Smokey Joe.  There was chorus, plus a COVID booster shot on Tuesday which produced a huge headache. “Take Tylenol,” my adult child who lives down the hall said. “No, you’re supposed to let the vaccine do its… Continue reading Reflections on a Retired Thursday

Reflections on a Retired Thursday

Posted in childhood, chorus, Costco, COVID, dogs, errands, horse, horseback riding, memoir, memory, OCD, retirement, traffic, Zoom, ZumbaLeave a comment

You’d think retired people have seven days a week to reflect on their past lives. Not so, Smokey Joe.  There was chorus, plus a COVID booster shot on Tuesday which produced a huge headache. “Take Tylenol,” my adult child who lives down the hall said. “No, you’re supposed to let the vaccine do its thing,”… Continue reading Reflections on a Retired Thursday