Category: election

Monday, Monday

Posted in California, Covid 19, daughter, dermatologist, doctor, dog walks, dogs, Dr. Fauci, drugstore, election, errands, friends, memoir, nextdoor.com, science, yard, yard sign, Zoom, ZumbaLeave a comment

(re-run) The neighbors have a new puppy. I can hear it squeaking at their back door. The windows are open, a hot night for October in California. My stitched-up leg is on the foot stool. The pain has lessened. After all, it is day 5.  Only 9 more to go before the stitches come out.… Continue reading Monday, Monday

Laugh More, Worry Less

Posted in Al qaeda, Australia, California, climate change, Coronavirus, Covid 19, dogs, Dr. Fauci, election, Facebook, fires, Iowa, laughing, memoir, Oakland, risk, Twitter, YouTubeLeave a comment

(re-run) The state is on fire, again. It seems that three of the last four years have been off the charts for wild fires. 2017 – Napa and Santa Rosa burned. Santa Barbara County, too. 2018 – Paradise, the town, was wiped off the map. 2019 – Because of heavier winter rainfall, the fires weren’t… Continue reading Laugh More, Worry Less

My Jimmy Carter Story

Posted in college, Democrats, dinner, dishes, election, grandpa, Habitat for HUmanity, Jimmy Carter, memoir, president, restaurant, serendipity, sorority, tea cups, thrift stores, thrifting1 Comment

I was a junior in college when Jimmy Carter was elected president.  I had a late class that Tuesday, and when I got back to the sorority house where I lived, my sorority sisters had made a dummy of Jimmy Carter and had hung him in effigy – those girls were daughters of Republicans. It… Continue reading My Jimmy Carter Story

My Extra Hour on Fall-back Sunday

Posted in cleaning, Daylight Savings, election, Facebook, laundry, laundry room, memoir, pantry, TupperwareLeave a comment

Most people used their extra hour when Daylight Savings ends to sleep or go to breakfast or take a hike. I used mine to . . . . . . clean out the pantry. My pantry is really my old laundry room/closet. It wasn’t big enough to hang up anything to dry. It has shelving… Continue reading My Extra Hour on Fall-back Sunday

A Memorial and a Party

Posted in California, costumes, drinking, election, Halloween, humor, Meet-up, memoir, memorial service, October, party, South Dakota, Sweden, thrift store, World War IILeave a comment

I got invited to a memorial service for a woman who lived to be 99. It’s hard to be sad when someone has had such a good long life.  We were encouraged to wear hats since the woman loved hats. I spoke into the mike about my friend from my antique shop days (she covered… Continue reading A Memorial and a Party

I Stole a Dilly Bar on a Dare

Posted in civil rights, conscience, constitution, Dairy Queen, election, flirting, Iowa, junior high school, lactose intolerance, memoir, Portland, president, stealing, vandals, voteLeave a comment

(re-run) When I was fourteen I stole a Dilly Bar from the Dairy Queen on a dare, but it wasn’t easy. It was lunch break from my junior high school, and we had an open campus. That meant we could walk across Douglas Avenue to go to the corner drugstore for candy or the Dairy… Continue reading I Stole a Dilly Bar on a Dare

How OCD Improved my GPA

Posted in 70s, creative writing, election, English, George McGovern, government, GPA, graduation, high school, Jeopardy, memoir, monkey brains, newspaper, OCD, president, Spanish, world historyLeave a comment

I’ve been doing research for a kid book involving the presidents. It got me to thinking how back in high school I needed to do a project for my government class about the presidential election. It was fall semester of 1972. It was between George McGovern and Nixon.  My class project was to make a… Continue reading How OCD Improved my GPA

I Stole a Dilly Bar on a Dare

Posted in civil rights, conscience, constitution, Dairy Queen, election, flirting, Iowa, junior high school, lactose intolerance, memoir, Portland, president, stealing, vandals, voteLeave a comment

When I was fourteen I stole a Dilly Bar from the Dairy Queen on a dare. It was lunch break from my junior high school, and we had an open campus. That meant we could walk across Douglas Avenue to go to the corner drugstore for candy or the Dairy Queen for ice cream. My… Continue reading I Stole a Dilly Bar on a Dare

Laugh More, Worry Less

Posted in Al qaeda, Australia, California, climate change, Coronavirus, Covid 19, dogs, Dr. Fauci, election, Facebook, fires, Iowa, laughing, memoir, Oakland, risk, Twitter, YouTube2 Comments

The state is on fire, again. It seems that three of the last four years have been off the charts for wild fires. 2017 – Napa and Santa Rosa burned. Santa Barbara County, too. 2018 – Paradise, the town, was wiped off the map. 2019 – Because of heavier winter rainfall, the fires weren’t so… Continue reading Laugh More, Worry Less

I Stole a Dilly Bar on a Dare

Posted in civil rights, conscience, constitution, Dairy Queen, election, flirting, Iowa, junior high school, lactose intolerance, memoir, Portland, president, stealing, vandals, vote1 Comment

When I was fourteen I stole a Dilly Bar from the Dairy Queen on a dare. It was lunch break from my junior high school, and we had an open campus. That meant we could walk across Douglas Avenue to go to the corner drugstore for candy or the Dairy Queen for ice cream. My… Continue reading I Stole a Dilly Bar on a Dare