On a hot day, I had two choices: go to dinner with two girlfriends at the Mexican restaurant, or drive north to meet a friend for First Wednesdays, a block party in another town. I t was hot, but I knew I couldn’t eat Mexican food, so I went to the street dance. One block… Continue reading On a Hot Day
My busy Saturday started with a trip to the pharmacy, where I waited in line while two old guys cut in front of me. But I’m not one to yell at a guy hunched over a walker, nor his buddy. After I picked up the two prescriptions for Sis, I got a phone call while… Continue reading A Cricket, a Wine Festival, and a Street Party
I have a child whose name starts with J. She told me not to write about her in my blog. Okay, Jaqueesha (not her real name). I skipped the letter J when doing the April alphabet challenge because I couldn’t think of a post about a J word. There are lots of words that start… Continue reading J is for Jeans
I am sitting in my fave chair. My adult son just told me over the phone how to unfreeze my laptop (turn it off and then back on). I can hear the squeak, squeak, squeak of the swings in the park next to me. The windows are open just enough to let in fresh air… Continue reading It Must Be Getting Close to Summer when . . .
What expression works for so many different situations? For me, it’s Woo hoo. Your girlfriend is getting married? Woo hoo! Your other girlfriend wants to meet on Thursday night for drinks and dancing? Woo hoo! Your worker woman cut all the tree branches hanging over your roof? Woo hoo! Her daughter learned what 6 x… Continue reading W is for Woo Hoo
It used to be when I had a few minutes of free time, I’d try to get something done, like work on a story, clean a drawer, or do some squats. Oh, I could’ve written about squats since it starts with an S. But what can you say? Bend down, butt out. Stand up, repeat.… Continue reading S is for Scrolling (Surfing)
When I was in high school and bought some of my clothes at the DAV thrift store, they called me quirky. When I made a cool pair of bell bottom jeans out of my dad’s old work pants, they called me quirky, but they also asked me where I got them. When I broke tradition… Continue reading Q is for Quirky