Category: homeless

The Frazzled, Harried Shopping Day with No Money

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(re-run) Yesterday I was busy, squared.  I planned my whole day around running down to Dublin before 4:30 to get some free samples from my sister’s doctor. Sis is in the doughnut hole for meds with Medicare, which means they are expensive. On the way down to Pleasanton, I got a call from one of… Continue reading The Frazzled, Harried Shopping Day with No Money

Rainy Sunday Morning Surprise

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(re-run) I’m too cheap to pay $3.00 for a newspaper carrier to deliver the San Francisco Sunday Chronicle. Yes, I am a dinosaur. I still read physical newspapers, eight per week. When I discovered that I was being charged $6.00 for a $3.00 paper, I stopped my Sunday subscription and started picking it up myself.… Continue reading Rainy Sunday Morning Surprise

The Turquoise Trailer and the Homeless Couple

Posted in camper trailer, camping, dogs, easement, flower bed, homeless, January, land survey, lawyer, Monterey Bay, neighbors, property line, railroad, shared driveway, storms, USPS, winterLeave a comment

(re-run) My little beach house sits on land bought back in 1929 from the railroad company.  The old deed shows the purchase price of $25.00. For some reason, the original owner didn’t want to buy the land up to the railroad tracks. Now, 95 years later, the land between my back fence and the old… Continue reading The Turquoise Trailer and the Homeless Couple

Holiday Heartache

Posted in aerobics, Bah Humbug, binge watching, California, children, choices, chorus, Christmas, daughter, divorce, empathy, empty nester, fainting, family, girlfriends, holidays, homeless, Medicare, poem, relationships, Uncategorized, writingLeave a comment

(re-run from 2019) 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… Continue reading Holiday Heartache

What Is Wrong with People?

Posted in anger management, church, football, God, Homeland Security, homeless, hypocrite, Jesus, Joe Biden, male privilege, mass shooting, memoir, shooters, Super Bowl, This Is Us, Trump, U, veterans, white privilegeLeave a comment

I’ve lived almost seven decades in the U.S.A.  Things were great until about ten years ago. What the eff is happening to our country? I just read that two shooters shot people at the Super Bowl rally in Kansas City.   The Chiefs won fair and square, that being said by a non-football person, and I… Continue reading What Is Wrong with People?

Blame it on the Boomers?

Posted in Baby Boomer, Facebook, generation, government, homeless, house of representatives, mass shootings, Medicare, memoir, middle class, poor, rich, Ronald Reagan, senator, social security, Supreme Court, Trickle Down Economics, unionsLeave a comment

I saw a post on Facebook that Boomers ruined the country. I responded back that the government ruined the country. I got a response that the government was all Boomers, right? Excuse me?  Baby Boomers were born after the end of World War II when the soldiers/fighters/wounded came home and produced a plethora of babies.… Continue reading Blame it on the Boomers?