(re-run) I saw three Aussie-mix puppies today. They are ten to twelve weeks old and gorgeous! I remember Pepper as a puppy just four years ago. I am too old to house-train another puppy. But they were so cute! I had a Brittany spaniel/Australian Blue Heeler mix puppy way back in the day. My future… Continue reading My Free Farm Dog
Category: memoir
My Bad, It’s Just a Brain Fart
(re-run) I ventured out this morning to get Sis’s prescriptions and some Zyrtec for allergies. Today is the first day that everyone in my county is required to wear some type of a face mask when out and about at the grocery store, etc.. I have one left over from the fires of 2018. The… Continue reading My Bad, It’s Just a Brain Fart
My Home-town Report
Last night at chorus rehearsal, I had to say something about my hometown, since I missed the retreat due to COVID. He called on me last, so I had some time to figure out what I was going to say. What I said was, “I’m from Urbandale, Iowa, a suburb of Des Moines.” Soprano Rebecca… Continue reading My Home-town Report
Sunday Morning News
(re-run) What do you do when you’ve just come back from a walk on the beach with dog # 1, have just played ball with dog # 2, and then your girlfriend texts that one of your girlfriends has passed away from her battle with cancer? You reflect on when you knew her best, a… Continue reading Sunday Morning News
Five Zippers
When you have a Jack Russell terrier for a pet, nothing is business as usual. Daisy is so smart and high-strung that she witnesses everything I do and plans ahead, as in, she’s going to open the door soon, so I will be ready to escape. Or, she’s coming in the front door now, so… Continue reading Five Zippers
Let it Rain
(re-run from 2019) If you live in California, it’s the time of year that you pray for rain. With no precipitation since May, the hills are bone dry, so brown they are white. I hiked the hills yesterday. Not one green sprout of anything could be found anywhere. The trees are green, but that is… Continue reading Let it Rain
Laugh More, Worry Less
(re-run) The state is on fire, again. It seems that three of the last four years have been off the charts for wild fires. 2017 – Napa and Santa Rosa burned. Santa Barbara County, too. 2018 – Paradise, the town, was wiped off the map. 2019 – Because of heavier winter rainfall, the fires weren’t… Continue reading Laugh More, Worry Less
Street Dance
(re-run) After hiking six miles with the senior group called DASH, which does not dash at all, but rather hikes slowly through the woods with plenty of stops for bathroom breaks, snack breaks, or count-up-and-regroup breaks, I was too pooped to go out dancing. But my friends were going, it was close (just one town… Continue reading Street Dance
Me Too
(re-run) He was one of five professors in the tiny Spanish department at Iowa State. I had him for both semesters of Spanish Two, and I’d just landed a summer job, selling books door to door in a mystery state after a week’s training in Nashville. The bus for me and the other recruits was… Continue reading Me Too
Fear of Bridges? Me, Too
(re-run) Gephyrophobia is the anxiety disorder of fear of bridges. The Bay Area might not be the best place to live if you have it. To get to San Francisco, you either have to take the San Mateo Bridge or the Bay Bridge. To get to Sausalito and Marin County, you have to take the… Continue reading Fear of Bridges? Me, Too
FIRST DATE, WORST DATE EVER! 