You Know It’s Fall when . . .

The summer concerts have ended, except for one. The sleeveless cotton dresses are packed away, along with pairs of shorts and sandals. It’s jeans and long sleeves now, with the occasional hot afternoon where I strip down to my undershirt. Fall has arrived, not so much with leaves changing colors. We don’t have cold enough… Continue reading You Know It’s Fall when . . .

The Holidays in October and Angry Stalker Dude

I heard Christmas music today at Costco while I watched people putting pumpkins into their shopping carts.  Ah, it must be fall. In California, the leaves don’t change into beautiful reds and oranges until November. It doesn’t get cold enough until then. We have Halloween first, then fall color, sometimes coinciding with Thanksgiving, but Turkey… Continue reading The Holidays in October and Angry Stalker Dude

Fluorescent Man at the Wine Festival

Today the town up one freeway and over another freeway had a wine festival.  My art friend was showing her work, so we agreed to meet for lunch when she was done.  A guy friend wanted to dance at 5:00 to the Spazmatics. I got the dogs done early, visited my sis, and then headed… Continue reading Fluorescent Man at the Wine Festival

Shake-up in the Routine

I am a creature of habit. If it’s Monday then it’s exercise with Carolyn at 9:30. If it’s Tuesday it’s chorus at 7:00. If it’s Wednesday, it’s exercise with Milan at 9:30. If it’s Thursday it’s Wild Card day. If it’s Friday, it’s exercise with Yuko at 9:30. Only this week things were goofed up.… Continue reading Shake-up in the Routine

You Know You’re Getting Old when . . .

. . . .you planned on driving an hour to hear live music for two hours, but now you’d rather sit home and watch the news and the PBS country music special. . . . you decided to sort out all of your framing supplies and halfway through, you thought to yourself, what have I… Continue reading You Know You’re Getting Old when . . .

Expectations

It’s funny how you notice other people’s expectations and how they sometimes don’t align with your own. How they expect you to be available seven nights a week to do stuff. How they expect you to be hungry at regular meal times, even though your schedule is uniquely your own. How they expect you to… Continue reading Expectations