(re-run) His name was Ryan, and he wore the brightest shirts – screaming teal, bullfighter red, and obnoxious orange. It was easy to pick him out of the crowd. He was a dancer at the Thursday night venues and would come find me each night for one dance. “I just want you to know,” he’d… Continue reading Smooth Operator
Category: memoir
Purple Friday
(re-run) If it’s Friday, that means Yuko is teaching aerobics. And if Yuko is teaching aerobics, you are going to have a good work-out and stretch. I still had my five-day-old headache but didn’t want to miss the class. When I got there and took my spot in the front row side (since I am… Continue reading Purple Friday
The Story of my Picker
(re-run) When I had an antique shop, it attracted lots of individuals who wanted to sell me antiques. Some of them had good stuff. Others had junk. Many wanted too much for their inherited mementos. One old guy brought me cracked and chipped tea cups and got mad when I wouldn’t buy them at any… Continue reading The Story of my Picker
Good Day
(re-run) It started out as a regular Wednesday with my online Zumba class. Hurray! Today the link worked, unlike Monday. After class I walked Pepper through the neighborhood. Everything was wet from the early morning rain, lots of fall color left, and the sky was bright. The clouds were dissipating. After the walk, I played… Continue reading Good Day
Not Your Typical Monday
(re-run) Ellen DeGeneres has a special twelve-day Christmas giveaway on her show this month. I have rearranged my schedule to be at my sister’s board and care home at 4:00 each day so that we can watch the audience go wild when they get free stuff. It seems like a nice break from the fixer-upper… Continue reading Not Your Typical Monday
Slow Sunday
The weather is cold and sprinkly (not rainy). I have lots to do after spending three days doing yardwork at the beach, where it was also cold and rainy. Filling up three huge green cans in three days is a lot for an old lady. I had to run to the grocery store today, read… Continue reading Slow Sunday
Cut Loose on a Saturday Afternoon
(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
Lovely Rita, Meter Maid
(re-run) Yesterday I spent most of the day in overly-metered Walnut Creek. The town of walnut orchards has turned into a buzzing destination for shoppers. It boasts a Nordstrom’s, Neiman Marcus (Needless Mark-up), Tiffany, Apple, Macy’s, Gap, Coach, Tesla, Pottery Barn, and every high-end store and chain store one can think of. People come from… Continue reading Lovely Rita, Meter Maid
The 48 Year Old Letter
My sister was going through some letters our mom had saved, and she gave me a short stack of them, supposedly ones that I had written. Then I came across one written to my dad from a past boyfriend. It was three and a half pages long, in cursive. It was a chatty letter until… Continue reading The 48 Year Old Letter
Three Banks, the Post Office, and a Picasso
(re-run) t’s that dreaded time of year again. April is next week and so many things are due to be paid: Estimated Federal taxes Estimated State taxes Property taxes Accountant’s bill IRA contribution I am considered self-employed, so no taxes are withheld from my pension or royalty payments. That means that four times a year,… Continue reading Three Banks, the Post Office, and a Picasso
FIRST DATE, WORST DATE EVER! 