(re-run from twelve and a half months ago) Another day, and it’s another dinner with Sis in the rehab wing. Her regular table mates at dinner, Rhonda and Cecily, are the most alert residents in the dining room. One is in her 90’s, the other over 100. Cecily smiles when I wave hello. Rhonda looks… Continue reading The Bed by the Window
Category: humor
Pavlov’s Perfume
My girlfriend, who shall remain nameless, lest someone recognize her on this page, has a three-time rescue dog like me. Hers also started out as a voluntary surrender puppy after his owner first lost a home in the Redding fire. Or possibly he was at the Redding shelter and got shipped out to make room… Continue reading Pavlov’s Perfume
The Grass is Always Greener
I had a meeting tonight with two girlfriends in solid hard-core relationships. One is married, the other is living with her guy. My relationship is with two roommates who fight a lot over squeaky toys and over who gets to go out the door first. They are roommates of the furry kind. So imagine my… Continue reading The Grass is Always Greener
Style Trends that Don’t Last
Most days I don’t have to think too hard to come up with a blog post topic. Today was no exception. It is why some styles don’t last long. Jumpsuits came back into style for a short while, but jumpsuits are impractical. Jumpsuits are a pain in the butt when you need to go to… Continue reading Style Trends that Don’t Last
J is for Jeans
I have a child whose name starts with J. She told me not to write about her in my blog. Okay, Jaqueesha (not her real name). I skipped the letter J when doing the April alphabet challenge because I couldn’t think of a post about a J word. There are lots of words that start… Continue reading J is for Jeans
In the Slow Lane
I am at the beach town where I go to get off the grid, slow down, and regroup. I come down here about every ten days, now that the storms are over and there are no more power outages or falling trees. I bring my dogs, and they know they won’t get a walk, but… Continue reading In the Slow Lane
Real Men Don’t Eat Quiche
Real Men Don’t Eat Quiche was a book published in 1982, a satire on masculinity. Today’s blog post is a bunch of riffs off of this idea. Real Iowans get down and pull weeds with their hands (no Roundup). Real women don’t need to wear stilettos. Real women wear make-up sometimes, and sometimes they don’t.… Continue reading Real Men Don’t Eat Quiche
It Started with a Whistle
Ray was a senior at Santa Clara University and RA for his house. Elise was a freshman that September and lived on the floor above. Ray and his buddy were out for a run when Elise and her roommate whistled at the guys in their running shorts. Ray introduced himself later that day, and the… Continue reading It Started with a Whistle
M is for Music
In a stressed-out world, one of the best things I can do for myself is to relax and de-stress by either singing music or dancing to it. Once a week I go off and sing with my chorus of 130 people. During those two hours, I don’t think about world news, White House news, weather… Continue reading M is for Music
L is for Loco (Loca)
Tonight at chorus rehearsal, an older friend asked me how my dogs were doing. I told him about Pepper, the lab mix, whom my contractor calls a sweetheart. She got a little loca the other day. The granite guys came to make templates for my counter tops, and Pepper, who is usually pretty happy to see… Continue reading L is for Loco (Loca)
