The Tree Whisperer

(re-run) I walk my neighborhood once or twice most days while walking Dog A and Dog B (I can’t walk them together since the newest little weirdo is nuts). Because I am a tree hugger and have planted more than sixty trees at my various houses over the years, I will free a distressed tree… Continue reading The Tree Whisperer

Forget Toilet Paper – I Need Chocolate

Last week I tried to go to Costco. I got there at 8:50 a.m. and the line to the front door was a block long. Because of Coronavirus. I turned around and left. Today, the second day of our shelter-in-place order, I ventured to Costco at 4:00 p.m. after a stealth visit with my sister… Continue reading Forget Toilet Paper – I Need Chocolate

The Upside of Self-quarantining — Is There One?

I have a science friend who used the term social distancing a month ago. I listened to her. I thought of my sis in a nursing home situation, the sister I visit daily, and thought to myself, I need to do this. Two weekends ago, I skipped a Motown review at a large theater and… Continue reading The Upside of Self-quarantining — Is There One?

Memphis Sugar Mama

(re-run) After Robert’s family came to America, Robert went to college in Memphis. He met an older woman, Devon, in a liquor store. She had on a mink jacket and asked him out right there amongst the bottles of high-end scotches. She looked good for her age. She drove a Cadillac since her daddy had… Continue reading Memphis Sugar Mama

How to Self-quarantine in California

The Corona virus Covid-19 is upon us.  We need to practice social distancing, especially if we are old. I am doing my darnedest to distance myself. My plan today was to be at Costco at 9:00 a.m. to get a few things.  100 people beat me to it. I saw the line at the door… Continue reading How to Self-quarantine in California

My Fake-Coffee Half Hour

It’s funny how a person’s perception of what is good changes with the circumstances. I used to look forward to my can of Diet Coke every day until I reached my mid-forties. Then the stuff was too hard on my stomach, and I gave it up. I used to look forward to my cup of… Continue reading My Fake-Coffee Half Hour