My next-door neighbor just told me that he had the Coronavirus in December, that he was down for 10 days, lost weight, lost his sense of smell and taste, and felt like he had a big rubber band around his chest. He had to sleep in a chair because it hurt to lie down. He… Continue reading Memorial Day Weekend – Hello to Summer
(re-run) This is now a distant memory during the Covid 19 crisis. I know summer is here when I’ve seen four live bands in four nights. The first band played in Moraga on Thursday, a bit of a drive with traffic at 5:00 p.m. Three Day Weekend had good harmony, interesting song choices and some… Continue reading Four Bands and Birthdays in Four Nights
In February, as I was coming out of my winter hibernation, I started going out to dancing venues. The first time it was a cold Saturday, but the Beatles cover band was a good one, and the winery in an old Victorian house was a fun and packed with people looking to dance. When my… Continue reading Fun Seems like a Year Ago
You have four library books on hold at your local branch, but all libraries are closed. The gray stripe at your scalp is showing. You discover toilet paper in the back of your closet and get really excited. You start counting your avocados. You take time to comment on ALL of the Facebook posts you… Continue reading You Know It is Shelter in Place when . . .
(re-run) “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.… Continue reading Cut Loose on a Saturday Afternoon
(re-run) I am having Thanksgiving at my house today for nine or ten people. I say that because my brother in law may or may not show up. There is lots of football to be missed if he comes ninety minutes north to my house. It will be me, my three kids, my two sisters,… Continue reading The Six Stages of Thanksgiving
(re-run) I have exactly seventy-five minutes to write this post, get dressed for the wedding rehearsal dinner, kick the contractor out of my house, and get to the church on time. Isn’t the last part a song? Well, it didn’t happen. It’s now the next morning. This blog post is now about friends, fun, fish,… Continue reading F is for Frantic