Category: memoir

Last Costco Run of 2021

Posted in chocolate, Christmas, Costco, Harry Potter, low back pain, memoir, See's Chocolate, seniors, shopping cart, Teenage Mutant Ninja TurtlesLeave a comment

I have a love-hate relationship with Costco.  I love the convenience of buying candy, batteries, latex gloves, apples, wool socks and books in one run. I hate the lifting, then lifting again, and finally, lifting again at home. Today the checker’s helper did the lifting onto the conveyor belt. “Please don’t put anything heavy on… Continue reading Last Costco Run of 2021

Butt Text Emojis and Other Stuff

Posted in aging, Boomers, Covid 19, Ellen, emoji, fingers, friends, Google, Marie Condo, memoir, Millennials, social distancing, technology, texting, thumbsLeave a comment

(re-run) You’ve got to help out us Boomers. We try to be cool and stay relevant, but it’s hard, you know, since we grew up in different times. Our thumbs won’t be arthritic by the time we’re old. We know this because we’re already there, and our thumbs are fine. I did strain the third… Continue reading Butt Text Emojis and Other Stuff

The Missing GPS Gene

Posted in basement, caveman, directions, dyslexic, evolution, GPS, humor, memoir, relationships, San Diego, Target, tornadoLeave a comment

(re-run) The women in my family are spatially challenged, as in, which way is south? West ? North? East? I remembered that the northwest corner of the basement was supposed to be the safest place in case of a tornado, but I had no idea which corner that would be. Now that I live near… Continue reading The Missing GPS Gene

Feeling Better

Posted in animals, birdfeeder, birds, Depression, dogs, exercise, food, Iowa, medications, melanoma, memoir, mood, nature, sunshine, ZumbaLeave a comment

(re-run) I have some down days every year, but mostly I don’t. I know I’m lucky. I have also aligned my life to feel better. Coincidentally, a relative’s therapist told her the five things she needs every day to get out of her funk. Nature – I grew up outside in Iowa. As kids we… Continue reading Feeling Better

Return to the Scene of the Crime

Posted in animal rescue, animals, beach, bench, California, carbon monoxide alarm, dogs, donations, fences, Good Will, hard boiled eggs, memoir, Monterey Bay, Nordstrom, repurposing, smoke, smoke alarms, thrift store, yard, yard workLeave a comment

Two weeks ago, I tried to burn my house down.  I came home in time to turn off the burner under the hard-boiled eggs. Eight of them had become missiles and hung in pieces from every surface in the kitchen. Four of them turned black in the Teflon pan. When I put the key in… Continue reading Return to the Scene of the Crime

Get Back

Posted in Beatles, Disney channel, George Harrison, Get Back, John Lennon, memoir, Paul McCartney, Peter Jackson, Ringo Starr1 Comment

Who knew that John Lennon could be silly, smiley, and fun? Most books I’ve read about him portrayed him as surly and not too nice. Peter Jackson’s eight-hour Beatles’ documentary (yes, 8) this past weekend shows the lighter side of John Lennon. Aside from the introduction where Jackson misstates the ages of Paul and George… Continue reading Get Back

Daisy’s DNA

Posted in animal adoption, animal rescue, DNA, dogs, Embark, Jack Russell terrier, memoir, pedigreed, reservoirLeave a comment

My three-time rescue dog looks like a Jack Russell terrier. The vet calls her a Jack Russell. She sort of looks like a skinny Eddie from Frazier.  But that’s where the comparison ends. Daisy is freakishly smart. She can open doors and escape yards by jumping over the gate or digging under it. She can… Continue reading Daisy’s DNA

Where’s the Beef Going?

Posted in bacon, beef, Beyond Burger, California, climate change, Costco, cows, energy, food, Iowa, memoir, Millennials, nursing home, pescatarian, plants, sister, vegetarianLeave a comment

My sister fell out of her recliner at her nursing home (board and care home, actually) and landed on her face and her glasses. The glasses were badly bent, so I needed to go to Costco on the DAY BEFORE THANKSGIVING to see if they would bend them back into shape with their magical optical… Continue reading Where’s the Beef Going?

The Day Grandma Got Woke

Posted in 13th, Black Lives Matter, California, celebrities, documentary, Ellen, Emmett Till, George Floyd, get woke, history books, Iowa, Jewish, memoir, mom, racist, sister, Trail of Tears, White Fragility1 Comment

(re-run) My mom loves to watch Ellen. It’s usually fun and games, with hunky guys and Ellen playing tricks on her guests and staff. She rounds out the hour with lesbian jokes, a musical performance by some obscure band, and Ellen surprising some needy but giving person with $10,000 in cash. Then the death of… Continue reading The Day Grandma Got Woke