Holiday Heartache

As I sit here on a Sunday afternoon, I have fluffy white “Iowa” clouds (cumulus) out the windows across the back of my house. I used to look into a wall, but that baby is gone, and now I have nature. This month has been so full already, three chorus concerts with one more to… Continue reading Holiday Heartache

The Way to a Man’s Heart is Salad?

(re-run) Bruce was a lieutenant in the navy, and he lived with four bachelor roommates. They’d been out to sea for six months and were back for six months. A guy could save up a lot of money in six months, so Bruce was able to buy a silver Jaguar XKE convertible. He nicknamed it… Continue reading The Way to a Man’s Heart is Salad?

Un-Decorating to Decorate

I write this as my neurotic rescue dog paws me on the arm. She wants her morning apple. I am waiting for the Omeprazole to kick in. Then I remember that I have a massage scheduled this morning, so no breakfast for me! I get up from the laptop and find a bruised banana from… Continue reading Un-Decorating to Decorate

Oh, What a Weekend!

It’s that time of year, with holiday events jam-packed into three short weekends, since Thanksgiving was the latest if could possibly be, the fourth Thursday, November 28th. I was able to attend my singles’ party for the first time in several years. My chorus usually performs on the first Friday night in December, but not… Continue reading Oh, What a Weekend!

Porch Pirates, Poinsettias and Peaches

(re-run) The joke going around social media is that if you want to get rid of your junk, put it in an Amazon box and leave it on your porch. It’s not that funny around my neighborhood. Porch pirates are everywhere this time of year. Neighbors are sure to tell each other when they will… Continue reading Porch Pirates, Poinsettias and Peaches

Porch Pirates, Poinsettias and Peaches

(re-run) The joke going around social media is that if you want to get rid of your junk, put it in an Amazon box and leave it on your porch. It’s not that funny around my neighborhood. Porch pirates are everywhere this time of year. Neighbors are sure to tell each other when they will… Continue reading Porch Pirates, Poinsettias and Peaches

Memories Locked into the Brain

They say smells trigger memories, and I am sure they do. But so do holidays, and things like pumpkin pies. Homemade pumpkin pies are brown with black dots of spices on the top, not bright orange like the ones from Costco. When my younger sister cut into her brown homemade pie, I thought of the… Continue reading Memories Locked into the Brain