(re-run) My chorus just did two back-to-back performances this past weekend. There are 120 of us this semester, with only thirty men. The men sing the bass and tenor parts, and five of us women sing the higher tenor part with the guys. Why, you ask? Because we five gals have a lower range than… Continue reading Lady Tenor in a Sea of Men
Category: humor
Is That a Mouse, Mr. Milkman?
The world is far different today than when I was a kid. How many generations have said the exact same thing? Cave Man: Me cold. Cave Woman: Me cold cold. Next generation: Cave man: Me cold. Me strike rock against rock. Fire! Me warm! Cave woman: Me cold. Move over! You get the idea. Every… Continue reading Is That a Mouse, Mr. Milkman?
Nap Time, or Born to be Wild?
(re-run) “I was born to be wild, but only till about 9:00 p.m.” That’s a post going around on Facebook from a site called Women over 50. It wouldn’t be so funny if it weren’t so true. I’ve never been a napper, unless you count sleeping through the 10:00 news. I’ve been watching the news… Continue reading Nap Time, or Born to be Wild?
No Christmas Tree for Me
Eight Christmases in this house and only two trees. Both were living, and they got planted in my yard. Guess what? My yard is full. That’s what happens when you get rid of your grass, fire your gardener, and watch volunteer trees grow on their own, self-planting trees with a little help from the wind… Continue reading No Christmas Tree for Me
Crocodile Rock
(re-run) Friday evening there was an Elton John tribute band in the plaza. Since Yellow Brick Road is one of my all-time favorite albums, I thought, why not? My youngest, visiting from Boston, had plans to see her friends in Berkeley. It had finally cooled off a bit, and the smoke from the wildfires wasn’t… Continue reading Crocodile Rock
To Pee or Not to Pee
I often dream about finding a public bathroom to use right before I wake up. It’s because I have to pee. Two nights ago I dreamed I was in a crowded restaurant and when I went into the bathroom, there were tables in there with groups of women seated around them. I stood at the… Continue reading To Pee or Not to Pee
Cut Loose on a Saturday Afternoon
“I like the way you dance,” he said to me last Saturday afternoon. Margo and I had gone to Vino Godfather, a cool little winery in an old Victorian house on Mare Island in Vallejo. The island used to be a naval base, judging from the abandoned barracks on the way to the winery. A… Continue reading Cut Loose on a Saturday Afternoon
Engagement Ring
Engagement ring. Wedding ring. Suffering. This was in a Carmel Pinecone newspaper columnist’s article (he’s a guy) about marriage. I am female and have never heard that before. Is that how men look at marriage? Or only the divorced or unhappy ones? I know that’s how my ex-husband saw it. There’s a commercial on this… Continue reading Engagement Ring
It Just Depends
They had the same hair dresser. She was coming in as he was going out. He asked for her phone number. She gave it to her hairdresser to give to him. There aren’t too many eligible men in their seventies, especially one that still had his hair! Garth took Gladys to a nice Japanese restaurant.… Continue reading It Just Depends
To Flirt or Not to Flirt
They found each other on Match. They had both lost their spouses. Don said he was looking for a good Catholic widow. He was involved with the arch diocese in Oakland. Sue was a recovering Catholic but thought maybe he was a solid guy. She agreed to meet him for coffee. He was good-looking and… Continue reading To Flirt or Not to Flirt
FIRST DATE, WORST DATE EVER! 