Category: newspaper

A Cricket, a Wine Festival, and a Street Party

Posted in cricket, dancing, humor, newspaper, phone call, prescriptions, relationships, Saturday, sports page, street party, wine festivalLeave a comment

(RE-RUN) My busy Saturday started with a trip to the pharmacy, where I waited in line while two old guys cut in front of me. But I’m not one to yell at a guy hunched over a walker, nor his buddy. After I picked up the two prescriptions for Sis, I got a phone call… Continue reading A Cricket, a Wine Festival, and a Street Party

Attention, Shoppers!

Posted in angel, cartoons, dancing, devil, grocery store, humor, memoir, music, newspaper, OCD, seniors, Spanish, To Be Real, voice in your headLeave a comment

This morning I ran out to get the Sunday S.F.Chronicle, like I do every week.  The sun was shining, the oranges woman was not at her corner (she’s at church, I’ll bet), and my favorite grocery store checker was on duty. I filled up my cart with everything on my list and turned down the… Continue reading Attention, Shoppers!

The Crappy Crap Happy Post

Posted in balance, care home, chorus, Costco, crappy, dancing, Dead to Me, flu shot, handicap parking, happy, hiking, memoir, newspaperLeave a comment

(re-run) Life is a balance. Not everything can go your way all the time. Sometimes it seems as though everything is going against you.  The last seven days have been full of ups and downs. As long as there is one happy for every one or two crappies, I can muddle through. It’s nice to… Continue reading The Crappy Crap Happy Post

The Weakest Link – my Low Back

Posted in bully, Coronavirus, Covid 19, dogs, exercise, female issues, low back pain, massage, memoir, newspaper, pandemic, relationships, shoes, Sunday Chronicle, TinnitusLeave a comment

(re-run from 2020) The good thing about the current Coronavirus COVID-19 lockdown is that I have a hundred projects to finish.  Suddenly I have nothing but time to do it all. Everything was going along swimmingly yesterday. I exercised. I painted (spray-painted picture frames), I picked up dog poop. I did a heavy load of… Continue reading The Weakest Link – my Low Back

Oh No, Not the Warriors!

Posted in aging, basketball, best, California, Golden State Killer, Golden State Warriors, helpful strangers, hospital, humor, memoir, newspaper, police officer, relationshipsLeave a comment

(re-run from 2019?) Last week I took Sis to the hospital for a Barium Swallow test. We had just settled into the waiting room when an elderly woman with a cane came in the door. She had to go around Sis’s wheelchair to get to the check-in window. “Am I at the right place?” she… Continue reading Oh No, Not the Warriors!

The Crappy or Happy Post

Posted in balance, care home, chorus, Costco, crappy, dancing, Dead to Me, flu shot, handicap parking, happy, hiking, memoir, newspaperLeave a comment

(re-run) Life is a balance. Not everything can go your way all the time. Sometimes it seems as though everything is going against you.  The last seven days have been full of ups and downs. As long as there is one happy for every one or two crappies, I can muddle through. It’s nice to… Continue reading The Crappy or Happy Post

Oh No, Not the Warriors!

Posted in aging, basketball, best, California, Golden State Killer, Golden State Warriors, helpful strangers, hospital, humor, memoir, newspaper, police officer, relationshipsLeave a comment

(re-run from 2018) Last week I took Sis to the hospital for a Barium Swallow test. We had just settled into the waiting room when an elderly woman with a cane came in the door. She had to go around Sis’s wheelchair to get to the check-in window. “Am I at the right place?” she… Continue reading Oh No, Not the Warriors!

Mac and Cheese, a Spicy Story

Posted in blaming, cooking, groceries, grocery store, humor, mac and cheese, memoir, moving, neighbors, newspaper, spicesLeave a comment

After nearly a week of no heat in my house, I finally feel warm enough to write a story, a spicy one, at that. This morning I made my usual run (with wet hair) to the grocery store for the Sunday Chronicle. But alas, there were none. I popped into the CVS next door and… Continue reading Mac and Cheese, a Spicy Story

Oh No, Not the Warriors!

Posted in aging, basketball, best, California, Golden State Killer, Golden State Warriors, helpful strangers, hospital, humor, memoir, newspaper, police officer, relationships1 Comment

(re-run) Last week I took Sis to the hospital for a Barium Swallow test. We had just settled into the waiting room when an elderly woman with a cane came in the door. She had to go around Sis’s wheelchair to get to the check-in window. “Am I at the right place?” she asked no… Continue reading Oh No, Not the Warriors!

Obsolete Things from the Past

Posted in aerosol, Ayds, coffee, girdles, humor, newspaper, Nixon, nylon stockings, obsolete things, pantyhose, paper, pet, relationships, retro, stationery, tattoos, toy guns, typewriters, waterbedsLeave a comment

(re-run) When you reach a certain age, you realize that some of the things from your past are so obsolete that you haven’t thought about them in decades. Here is a list. Feel free to add to it: Candy cigarettes The Crayola crayon color called flesh Suntan pantyhose Playing cowboys and Indians Toy guns that… Continue reading Obsolete Things from the Past