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?
I have a science friend who used the term social distancing a month ago. I listened to her. I thought of my sis in a nursing home situation, the sister I visit daily, and thought to myself, I need to do this. Two weekends ago, I skipped a Motown review at a large theater and… Continue reading The Upside of Self-quarantining — Is There One?
A year ago, I performed with 49 other members of the Blackhawk Chorus and the California Symphony at the Lesher Theater in Walnut Creek. Since it was so much fun being up on stage while the Star Wars theme and other John Williams songs were being orchestrated, I thought I should start attending the symphony… Continue reading Season Tickets Jinx
(re-run) He was dressed as Prince Charming. I was dressed as a 1930’s nurse from Samuel Merritt Nursing School in Oakland, admittedly a weird Halloween costume, but the woman at the estate sale had practically given it to me after I bought $200 worth of antiques for my vintage shop. My friend, Nancy, her niece,… Continue reading Prince Not So Charming
(re-run) Bruce was a lieutenant in the navy, and he lived with four bachelor roommates. They’d been out to sea for six months and were back for six months. A guy could save up a lot of money in six months, so Bruce was able to buy a silver Jaguar XKE convertible. He nicknamed it… Continue reading The Way to a Man’s Heart is Salad?
It’s that time of year, with holiday events jam-packed into three short weekends, since Thanksgiving was the latest if could possibly be, the fourth Thursday, November 28th. I was able to attend my singles’ party for the first time in several years. My chorus usually performs on the first Friday night in December, but not… Continue reading Oh, What a Weekend!
Some mornings I wake up with a burning desire to vent, on paper. Today is such a morning. Eight days ago, five young black people were murdered at a Halloween party at an Airbnb rental in an upscale (mostly white) town near here called Orinda. Orinda is the last mostly-white suburb before the Caldecott tunnel… Continue reading Airbnb Tragedy on Halloween