Category: November

Thirteen White Vehicles

Posted in climate change, dog walks, dogs, jet stream, memoir, November, Santa Cruz, Thanksgiving, therapy, tornadoLeave a comment

On our early dog walk this morning, Pepper and I passed thirteen white vehicles in one block. Since it was a Sunday, all the cars for each household were there, parked in driveways and on the street. There are no basements in California, because there are no tornados? Actually, climate change has brought a few… Continue reading Thirteen White Vehicles

Living in Two Worlds

Posted in beach, charity, chorus, dancing, Facebook Marketplace, memoir, memorial service, neighbors, November, retirement, suburbia, Thanksgiving, thrift stores, weekendLeave a comment

I have a house in suburbia, where I sing in a chorus, go dancing with friends, and shop at amazing thrift stores and then resell to the public through Facebook Marketplace. Then there’s my beach town, where life is slower, the ocean is one shade of blue, the sky another. Deer wander in front of… Continue reading Living in Two Worlds

Good Day

Posted in Bay Area, children, Christmas, dog walks, dogs, memoir, November, reservoir, royalty check, thrift store, walkingLeave a comment

(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

Male Egos ‘R’ Us

Posted in aggression, Costco, fight, flipping the bird, Macho Man, memoir, middle finger, November, pregnancy, road rage, road rage, male ego, stream of consciousness, toddler, toys, Toys R UsLeave a comment

(re-run) Decades ago, when I was the mother of a two-year-old girl and hugely pregnant with another child, our little family took a Sunday drive down to Dublin to visit the toy store. I was lost in a world of motherhood, tolerating acid-inducing fetal kicks and not paying attention to what was happening outside of… Continue reading Male Egos ‘R’ Us