Category: pandemic

It’s Never Too Late

Posted in autumn, chorus, COVID, fall, live music, memoir, morning, music, musicians, pandemic, play list, September, summerLeave a comment

(re-run from 2021) Three weeks ago, I made a summer playlist. Does that seem silly? The last day of summer is almost here. I included songs with summer in the title, like Hot Fun in the Summertime by Sly and the Family Stone, Summer Breeze by Seals and Croft, Summer in the City by the… Continue reading It’s Never Too Late

A New Chorus

Posted in alto, choreography, chorus, directors, Disney channel, dogs, high school, memoir, pandemic, rehearsal, singing, teenagers, vocal rangeLeave a comment

(re-run) My chorus hasn’t given a performance in two whole years. We are scheduled to sing next month, with only two rehearsals left.  Tonight, we rehearsed for two and a half hours, and we were on the risers for half of it. This chorus is not like the one we had two years ago. The… Continue reading A New Chorus

The Dog Whisperer

Posted in animal adoption, animal rescue, animal training, ball throwing, California, dog whisperer, dogs, fridge, HOA, leash, massage, memoir, pandemic, poop, ZoomLeave a comment

(re-run) My son moved in with me. He’s managed to get the super anxious, high-strung Jack Russell terrier to roll over onto her back when she sees him coming. She allows belly rubs to happen. This is huge. I’ve been massaging Daisy Dog ever since pandemic life went online with Zoom. She knows to sit… Continue reading The Dog Whisperer

The Dancing Tribe

Posted in Beatles, California, community, dancing, hiking, live music, memoir, outdoors, pandemic, party, rock and roll, swing dancing, tribeLeave a comment

(re-run) Different town. Different band. Same faces. We are the tribe of dancers, mostly in our fifties, sixties, and seventies, following rock and roll music wherever it goes.  We might not know each other’s names, but we smile and wave. It’s been two years since some of us have seen each other. Last summer all… Continue reading The Dancing Tribe

Doing the Wobble While Being Old

Posted in aging, August, dance floor, dancing, line dance, memoir, pandemic, senior center, seniors, sex, winery, Wobble, ZumbaLeave a comment

I just read the lyrics for the song, the Wobble, and I am blushing. It’s about sex.  It’s a really fun dance, though, mostly for women, although Saturday, as I wobbled with forty other people on a postage stamp of a dance floor at a Vallejo winery, there were at least four guys. We each… Continue reading Doing the Wobble While Being Old

When It’s Foggy, Go Thrifting

Posted in car accident, Carmel, dog walks, drugstore, fog, June Gloom, memoir, Monterey county, pandemic, thrift store, travel, weeds, ZumbaLeave a comment

(re-run from near end of Pandemic) I’m in Monterey County, which is known for its June Gloom. I woke up to fog and had no desire to pull weeds in the dampness. Since there was no Zoom Zumba this morning, I seized the day, deciding before breakfast to go thrifting in Carmel. I hadn’t been… Continue reading When It’s Foggy, Go Thrifting

Musical Cleaning Day (waiting for plumber)

Posted in Bill Withers, CD player, children, cleaning, dogs, Isley Brothers, memoir, music, musicians, pandemic, plumber, poem, purge, reflux diseaseLeave a comment

(re-run) The plumber said he’d be here by mid-morning, but it wasn’t looking good.  I worked on a review for a new children’s book coming out next month. I watched some Dry Bar Comedy while I digested my breakfast.  That is no longer a multi-tasking feature of my aging body. Reflux. It’s best to let… Continue reading Musical Cleaning Day (waiting for plumber)

Hot Lipstick and a Missed Wedding

Posted in airline ticket, Chronicle, CVS, deejay, face masks, Facebook, fruit, lipstick, memoir, milestone, pandemic, protestors, relationships, songs, vacation, weddingLeave a comment

(re-run) This morning (Sunday) I ran out to get the San Francisco Chronicle, bought fruit, and then dropped off a library book, mailed a letter, and parked in front of CVS, waiting for the pharmacy to open. Why not run errands later, you ask?  Because the Chronicle sells out fairly early, so I settled in… Continue reading Hot Lipstick and a Missed Wedding

Rainy Sunday Morning Surprise

Posted in bank, grocery store, homeless, laptop, library, mask, memoir, newspaper, pandemic, rainLeave a comment

(re-run) I’m too cheap to pay $3.00 for a newspaper carrier to deliver the San Francisco Sunday Chronicle. Yes, I am a dinosaur. I still read physical newspapers, eight per week. When I discovered that I was being charged $6.00 for a $3.00 paper, I stopped my Sunday subscription and started picking it up myself.… Continue reading Rainy Sunday Morning Surprise