(re-run) Last night I skipped my dog’s Manners class. I paid for it back in August after two of my children said that the rescue dog could use some manners. I went the first week, second week, and third week. Yesterday I’d had it with my week thus far. Too many things were going wrong.… Continue reading Playing Hooky
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Playing Hooky
(re-run) Last night I skipped my dog’s Manners class. I paid for it back in August after two of my children said that the rescue dog could use some manners. I went to the first class, second class, and third class. Yesterday I’d had it with my week thus far. Too many things were going… Continue reading Playing Hooky
The Almost Date
We met at a winery where I was dancing to live music on a Saturday afternoon. A guy came up and joined me, saying, “I like the way you dance.” I had just told my girlfriend on the drive to Mare Island that I wasn’t good at closing the deal when a guy seemed interested,… Continue reading The Almost Date
No New Year’s Resolutions for Me
Today’s the day I am supposed to resolve to do better, work harder, exercise more, and eat clean. Guess what? I learned long ago to do things in baby steps. It takes twenty-one days to form a new habit. Sometimes I can do it if I don’t think too hard about it. Like yogurt. I… Continue reading No New Year’s Resolutions for Me
Crocodile Rock
(re-run) Friday evening there was an Elton John tribute band in the plaza. Since Yellow Brick Road is one of my all-time favorite albums, I thought, why not? My youngest, visiting from Boston, had plans to see her friends in Berkeley. It had finally cooled off a bit, and the smoke from the wildfires wasn’t… Continue reading Crocodile Rock
Cut Loose on a Saturday Afternoon
“I like the way you dance,” he said to me last Saturday afternoon. Margo and I had gone to Vino Godfather, a cool little winery in an old Victorian house on Mare Island in Vallejo. The island used to be a naval base, judging from the abandoned barracks on the way to the winery. A… Continue reading Cut Loose on a Saturday Afternoon
Forgetful? Forget About It
The older I get, the more forgetful I become. I try to trick myself into remembering things, but sometimes the senior moment wins out. I sing in a chorus and just performed two concerts this past weekend. Some of the words rolled off my tongue, and others would not come out. It’s been four months… Continue reading Forgetful? Forget About It
Tattoos for You
I look around and see athletes with tattoos, ex-military people with tattoos, mothers of small children with tattoos . . .
The Six Stages of Thanksgiving
I am having Thanksgiving at my house today for nine or ten people. I say that because my brother in law may or may not show up. There is lots of football to be missed if he comes ninety minutes north to my house. It will be me, my three kids, my two sisters, my… Continue reading The Six Stages of Thanksgiving
