(re-run) Today, before and after Zumba class on Zoom, the ladies were discussing how many steps we take during one class and how many calories we burn. This went on for a while, and I signed off. I don’t need a gadget to tell me if I am getting enough exercise. I have dogs. They… Continue reading Staying Fit without a FitBit
Category: dancing
Off the Power Grid
(re-run from 2021) The power is out. I was in the middle of a movie when everything shut off. One of my neighbors just texted me, asking me to report the outage to PG& E. The more the better, they said. A few minutes after that, I received a robocall. The outage was affecting 5000… Continue reading Off the Power Grid
Drinking, Dancing and Driving
(re-run from 2019) I am a happy version of a designated driver. Instead of abstaining completely, I drink two glasses of wine per dancing event. I drink early and then stop. I do this for two reasons. #1 — I am a lightweight with alcohol. #2 — I need to drive friends that drink more… Continue reading Drinking, Dancing and Driving
Bye-bye, Apple Tree
(re-run) It’s not supposed to be this windy in July. Not only was it a cool day, but wind gusts reached up to 50 miles per hour. I noticed my dog, Pepper, crunching on a small green apple this morning. I thought it was odd that the tree was dropping apples so soon. Little did… Continue reading Bye-bye, Apple Tree
Dancing, Diversity, and a Mole
(re-run) When you live in a lily-white suburban town like I do, it’s good to get out of it now and then to see how diverse our country is becoming. Duh. It’s California. After a summer of dancing in other lily-white towns (Clayton, Alamo, Moraga) it ‘s nice to be with other cultures, races, skin… Continue reading Dancing, Diversity, and a Mole
Dancing as Stress Therapy
(re-run from 2020) Someone in an introvert group on Facebook said he didn’t dance because it looks so dumb. Yes, it can look dumb, especially if you’re not doing it, just watching. I’m an old school dancer – shake what the good Lord gave you. I’ve been rocking out to music for half a century.… Continue reading Dancing as Stress Therapy
Why I Love Saturday Mornings
(re-run) When I was a kid, cartoons made Saturday mornings great. We sat around in our pajamas and ate cereal in front of the TV. There was never time any other day of the week. Now that I’m grown and also retired, I still love Saturday mornings. I don’t have to Zumba, I don’t have… Continue reading Why I Love Saturday Mornings
Best Laid Plans
(re-run) It was a Sunday. I was supposed to be going to a birthday party in Antioch, forty minutes away. But the day had become a comedy of errors. I had sweet-talked my son into installing my new printer and had lured him over with the promise of pizza for lunch. It took him longer… Continue reading Best Laid Plans
The Burden of Being a Tall Woman
(re-run) By the end of 8th grade, I was 5 feet, ten inches tall. This was back in 1968. I was a super tall girl for my generation. I know women who are 6 feet tall or taller, but except for one, they are all younger than I am. There are many advantages to being… Continue reading The Burden of Being a Tall Woman
Prom Be Gone
(re-run) It was supposed to be junior prom at Stoughton High, but it got cancelled (thirteen years before the movie Footloose). Patsy wasn’t going steady with anyone, so she wasn’t too upset. At the last minute the school arranged a dance in the high school gym, but with no decorations, no court (no prom queen),… Continue reading Prom Be Gone
FIRST DATE, WORST DATE EVER! 