(re-run) The first Women’s March was planned for the next day. Sally went to her friend, Lisa’s, to make a poster for the march. Several women showed up, ready to drink some wine and to think of clever sayings for their signs. Sally already had her slogan: No Uterus – No Opinion. Lisa’s cute little… Continue reading Sally’s Downward Dog Disaster
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Return to the Scene of the Crime
(re-run) Two weeks ago, I tried to burn my house down. I came home in time to turn off the burner under the hard-boiled eggs. Eight of them had become missiles and hung in pieces from every surface in the kitchen. Four of them turned black in the Teflon pan. When I put the key… Continue reading Return to the Scene of the Crime
When CPR Class Pays Off
(re-run) In my previous married life long ago, I was the Girl Scout leader for my youngest child and the girls her age at her elementary school. As a leader, I was supposed to get CPR training, so I went to the classes and got certified. Maybe someday I’ll need it while doing a scout… Continue reading When CPR Class Pays Off
S is for Scrolling (Surfing)
(re-run) It used to be that 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… Continue reading S is for Scrolling (Surfing)
Banana Split
(re-run) Every day at 10:30ish I have my morning coffee break. I’ve done my Zumba class, wished everyone a happy birthday on Facebook, and exercised my dogs. One gets a neighborhood walk. The other gets a ball-throwing session. Daisy is seven and has never been trained to walk nicely. If I have an extra body,… Continue reading Banana Split
Daisy’s DNA
(re-run) My three-time rescue dog looks like a Jack Russell terrier. The vet calls her a Jack Russell. She looks like a skinny Eddie from Frasier. But that’s where the comparison ends. Daisy is freakishly smart. She can open doors and escape yards by jumping over the gate or digging under it. She can hurl… Continue reading Daisy’s DNA
The Dog That Everyone Wanted
(re-run) Scott heard from his college buddy, Joe, that someone was giving away a four-month-old puppy that had cost them $300, a mix of Jack Russell terrier and something bigger. The family felt bad that they were gone all day, and the puppy was crated every day for hours. Scott thought about the puppy as… Continue reading The Dog That Everyone Wanted
The Power of Vacation
(re-run, pre-pandemic) The week after Christmas is dead time for scheduled activities. Chorus rehearsals are cancelled. The city building where I exercise three times a week is closed. There’s a lot of extra time during the day. So . . . . . . for the first time in two and a half years, I… Continue reading The Power of Vacation
Designer Dogs
(re-run) As I watched the end of the Oscars with my dog cozied up in the chair with me and my sister asking when she could go to bed, I thought back on the man I met two nights before, the one who wanted to get a Doodle Dane, a cross breed between a Great… Continue reading Designer Dogs
Playing Ball with Daisy, 2.0
(re-run) A few months ago, my three-time rescue Jack Russell terrier got overly excited and went after a loose Pomeranian in the park next to my house. Long story short, she’s no longer allowed off-leash. “I thought you didn’t play ball with her anymore,” my handywoamn said when I explained to her that she needed… Continue reading Playing Ball with Daisy, 2.0
