Category: COVID

Reflections on a Retired Thursday

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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

Not your Normal Fishing Trip

Posted in afternoon delight, Bay Area, boat, Coronavirus, COVID, Covid 19, dogs, fishing, nudity, rescue, ricver current, river, romance, social distancingLeave a comment

(re-run) Really, folks, you can’t make this stuff up.  My fisherman friend, we’ll call him Pete, took a buddy and his boat and spent a day on the Delta, where the Sacramento and San Joaquin Rivers meet Suisun Bay, which flows into San Francisco Bay and then the Pacific Ocean via San Pablo Bay. After… Continue reading Not your Normal Fishing Trip

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

Chorus Concerts a Super-spreader Weekend

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(re-run) I’m in an awesome chorus with 94 people. Last spring we performed Friday night, Saturday night, and Sunday afternoon. We all had to show a negative antigen test from Friday morning.  We thought we were golden. We took off our masks. I’ve been wearing a mask to every rehearsal for four months. But it’s… Continue reading Chorus Concerts a Super-spreader Weekend

Not your Normal Fishing Trip

Posted in afternoon delight, Bay Area, boat, Coronavirus, COVID, Covid 19, dogs, fishing, nudity, rescue, ricver current, river, romance, social distancingLeave a comment

(re-run) Really, guys, you can’t make this stuff up.  My fisherman friend, we’ll call him Pete, took a buddy and his boat and spent a day on the Delta, where the Sacramento and San Joaquin Rivers meet Suisun Bay, which flows into San Francisco Bay and then the Pacific Ocean via San Pablo Bay. After… Continue reading Not your Normal Fishing Trip

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 would 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… Continue reading Reflections on a Retired Thursday

The World Is Insane

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(re-run) The world is spinning out of control. It’s the third March (in years) of the worldwide pandemic (redundant, I know). I sing with 94 other people in a community chorus. Only twelve of us are wearing masks these days since the mask order has been lifted. Yet, three of my family members (different household)… Continue reading The World Is Insane

It’s a Small World

Posted in Asperger's, Bay Area, California, cancer, COVID, cows, dogs, grief group, hiking, Meet-up, memoir, photographs, pollen1 Comment

(re-run) Today was a meet-up hike, my third time with Randy as our fearless leader. It was sunny with little to no mud and lots of cows.  About twenty of us, plus four small dogs, walked five miles in two and a half hours. The great part is that the meet-up hikers go to places… Continue reading It’s a Small World

If the Shoe Sticks, Wear It

Posted in COVID, dance floor, dancing, friends, friendship, humor, Medicare, memoir, toilet paperLeave a comment

Dancing as a Medicare senior has its challenges. Where to go? What to wear? Wear a mask?  Last night I found myself at a restaurant/bar called Wise Girl’s, where the owner had remodeled to make room for a stage and more tables. The live band, the Groove Doctors, were there, with two great female leads… Continue reading If the Shoe Sticks, Wear It

Chorus Concerts a Super-spreader Weekend

Posted in chorus, COVID, headache, mask, memoir, super spreader, vaccine, weddingLeave a comment

(re-run) I’m in a chorus with 94 people. Last spring we performed Friday night, Saturday night, and Sunday afternoon. We all had to show a negative antigen test from Friday morning.  We thought we were golden. We took off our masks. I’ve been wearing a mask to every rehearsal for four months. But it’s hotter… Continue reading Chorus Concerts a Super-spreader Weekend