Category: park

Who Knew my Rat-killing Rescue Dog Is Part Whippet?

Posted in board and care, Coronavirus, dog walks, doggie door, dogs, exercise, memoir, neighborhood, park, party, rats, treesLeave a comment

It was a beautiful Sunday during Coronavirus lock-down. After yelling at my neighbor yesterday (whom I barely know), although he did deserve it, I decided that I am stressed. It’s because I am not going to exercise classes. They’re all canceled. After running to the store for the SF Chronicle, apples, bananas, and my sister’s… Continue reading Who Knew my Rat-killing Rescue Dog Is Part Whippet?

Plain Jane

Posted in California, dancing, dating, flirting, friends, humor, innuendo, make-up, memoir, music, park, relationships, summer, vintage, worstLeave a comment

My middle name is Jane. I don’t love it. There was a commercial in the 70’s for hair dye, I think. I remember the line,” Don’t be a plain Jane.” After that I disliked both my middle name and my hair color. There was another commercial in that decade that said, “Boys don’t make passes… Continue reading Plain Jane

A Good Dog Neighbor

Posted in animal shelter, best, California, dogs, humor, memoir, neighbors, outdoors, park, phone call, relationships, sister, sonLeave a comment

(re-run) Yesterday my son and I had lunch together at the local sandwich shop. He brought his little dog, half Chihuahua, half terrier. I fed Violet scraps of lettuce under the table while we ate. She thinks she’s a vegetarian. Afterward, we followed the usual routine and came back to my house, where Violet could… Continue reading A Good Dog Neighbor

Crocodile Rock

Posted in Beatles, best, California, dancing, drinking, Elton John, friends, girl friends, humor, memoir, nature, park, relationships, summer1 Comment

(re-run) Friday evening there was an Elton John tribute band in the plaza. Since Yellow Brick Road is one of my all-time favorite albums, I thought, why not?  My youngest, visiting from Boston, had plans to see her friends in Berkeley. It had finally cooled off a bit, and the smoke from the wildfires wasn’t… Continue reading Crocodile Rock

The Bonus Daisy Post

Posted in animal adoption, animal training, California, dog training, dogs, hot tub, humor, nature, park, rescue, worst1 Comment

(re-run from 2018) Normally I write about my rescue dog on a monthly basis, on her adoption anniversary date, the 26th of October. Consider this a bonus post, since she has been making news these past two days. Every morning I get into the hot tub with my cup of black tea, and Daisy perches… Continue reading The Bonus Daisy Post

Plain Jane

Posted in California, dancing, dating, flirting, friends, humor, innuendo, make-up, memoir, music, park, relationships, summer, vintage, worstLeave a comment

My middle name is Jane. I don’t love it. There was a commercial in the 70’s for hair dye, I think. I remember the line,” Don’t be a plain Jane.” After that I disliked both my middle name and my hair color. There was another commercial in that decade that said, “Boys don’t make passes… Continue reading Plain Jane