Wrapping Up the Weekend

It’s Sunday evening, the dogs are snoring, and I reflect on my awesome weekend. Nothing monumental happened.  It was your run of the mill event, with a return trip from Monterey, a potluck party to attend, a visit to Sis, lunch with my son, a couple of dog walks, and an afternoon sewing, gardening, and… Continue reading Wrapping Up the Weekend

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

Alameda Point, at Last

A few towns from mine, there is a monthly gathering of vendors selling items that are twenty years old or older. It’s called the Alameda Point Antique Fair. I had never been until today. The irony is that I had an antique shop for six and a half years. And my customers would sing the… Continue reading Alameda Point, at Last

A Text Dump and Surprise Lunch, Same Day

If you want to improve your dating life, I recommend dropping about thirty pounds in six months. Seriously, I don’t recommend developing the underlying issue, just achieving the weight loss. To make a long story short, a guy I met nine months ago, one who had lots of opportunities to break off whatever we had… Continue reading A Text Dump and Surprise Lunch, Same Day

A is for Air

If a bluebird ski day is one without a cloud in the sky, then a dog-bird (bird-dog?) day is one where you can open all of your windows and air the doggy smell right out of your (my) house. All that stale winter air that has been recycling through my closed-up house during rain storm… Continue reading A is for Air

Ants, No Kitchen, and Things that Make Me Grumpy

Now on week five of no kitchen, I discovered ants running around inside my microwave oven in my spare bedroom.  I was so hungry for lunch at 3:15 in the afternoon that I decided to nuke them along with my chicken and carrots. I’d just left Bank of the West, my third attempt to get… Continue reading Ants, No Kitchen, and Things that Make Me Grumpy

Shop Till You Drop

We had already hit two thrift stores and were heading for a third. Then I remembered that Vickie wanted to go to the ones in Carmel. I turned onto Forest Avenue and took the winding highway 68 through the Monterey pines. It would lead to the new roundabout that would send the traffic north to… Continue reading Shop Till You Drop