Ants, No Kitchen, and Things that Make Me Grumpy

Now on week five of no kitchen, I discovered ants running around inside my microwave oven in my spare bedroom.  I was so hungry for lunch at 3:15 in the afternoon that I decided to nuke them along with my chicken and carrots. I’d just left Bank of the West, my third attempt to get… Continue reading Ants, No Kitchen, and Things that Make Me Grumpy

A Murphy’s Law Kind of Post

I love thrift stores. I buy pretty much everything there, which is great because that way I am not paying retail and usually don’t pay sales tax, either. I don’t get the extra packaging that is so hard to get off the retail things. It sometimes takes a team of rocket scientists to figure out… Continue reading A Murphy’s Law Kind of Post

Why Not to Date your Neighbor

Julie got divorced and moved into her new townhouse with her six-year-old son.  One day, when she was out walking her dog, a guy mowing his lawn turned off the mower and said hello. They chatted about her dog, and Julie mentioned that she had just moved in. Doug rode his bike a lot while… Continue reading Why Not to Date your Neighbor

The Estate Sale and the Birthday Party

Instead of my typical Sunday where I’d run out and buy the SF Chronicle, then go visit my sister for Facebook Sunday, I headed home from the drugstore. The party wouldn’t happen until 1:00 p.m. On the way home I saw an estate sale sign. I love estate sales because they are whole-house affairs, not… Continue reading The Estate Sale and the Birthday Party

Secrets to a Successful Shop

It’s true — people shop online more and more each year. So how does a brick and mortar shop make it in today’s world? I was downtown in my town of 40,000 people (in a commuter corridor of the Bay Area) the other day, and parked on the main street in front of a little… Continue reading Secrets to a Successful Shop

The Pilot and the Petite Percussionist

He played the trumpet in community college. She played percussion. He was a sophomore; she was a freshman. He was short, she was shorter. He saw her get out of the car every day, with her boyfriend? No, it was just her brother, Jack. George was a pilot. She liked pilots. “Do you want to… Continue reading The Pilot and the Petite Percussionist