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Don’t Call Me Sweetheart

March 10, 2023March 10, 2023 Posted in antique collective, antique store, antiques dealer, dentist, doctor, gynecologist, memoir, neurologist, orthotics, podiatrist1 Comment

(re-run) Twenty years ago, I was a dealer in an antique collective with 35 dealers. I was 45; everyone else was 65. My prices were so low that the other dealers shopped my room, bought my stuff, marked it up and put it in their rooms. One Sunday, I was working my required 12-5 shift… Continue reading Don’t Call Me Sweetheart

Don’t Call Me Sweetheart

October 3, 2022October 3, 2022 Posted in antique collective, antique store, antiques dealer, dentist, doctor, gynecologist, memoir, neurologist, orthotics, podiatrist1 Comment

(re-run) Twenty years ago, I was a dealer in an antique collective with 35 dealers. I was 45; everyone else was 65 or older. My prices were so low that the other dealers shopped my room, bought my stuff, marked it up and put it in their rooms. One Sunday, I was working my required… Continue reading Don’t Call Me Sweetheart

Don’t Call Me Sweetheart

March 20, 2022March 20, 2022 Posted in antique collective, antique store, antiques dealer, dentist, doctor, gynecologist, memoir, neurologist, orthotics, podiatristLeave a comment

Twenty years ago, I was a dealer in an antique collective with 35 dealers. I was 45; everyone else was 65. My prices were so low that the other dealers shopped my room, bought my stuff, marked it up and put it in their rooms. One Sunday, I was working my required 12-5 shift when… Continue reading Don’t Call Me Sweetheart

Watch Out for the Green Pepper

June 22, 2021June 21, 2021 Posted in dancing, dating, dogs, food, Fred Flintstone, hiking, hospital, humor, memoir, passive aggressive, podiatrist, relationships, stitchesLeave a comment

I can’t eat green pepper. I can’t eat a lot of things. The older I get, the more things I need a certain way to keep me happy. When I was four years into a past relationship, I knew it was in trouble when the boyfriend started adding green pepper to everything he served me.… Continue reading Watch Out for the Green Pepper

My Angry Toe, a Soleful Tale

September 17, 2020September 17, 2020 Posted in aging, co-pay, Costco, dermatologist, doctor, face masks, humor, Medicare, memoir, pioneers, podiatristLeave a comment

For three weeks my right pinky toe has been red, swollen and angry. I tried soaking it in Epsom salts. I tried changing up my shoes. Finally I made an appointment with my podiatrist, actually the replacement podiatrist since mine had retired and sold his practice to a woman half my age. I’d seen her… Continue reading My Angry Toe, a Soleful Tale

Watch Out for the Green Pepper

August 17, 2020August 18, 2020 Posted in dancing, dating, dogs, food, Fred Flintstone, hiking, hospital, humor, passive aggressive, podiatrist, relationships, stitches, UncategorizedLeave a comment

Watch Out for the Green Pepper

November 2, 2019 Posted in dancing, dating, dogs, food, Fred Flintstone, hiking, hospital, humor, passive aggressive, podiatrist, relationships, stitches, Uncategorized1 Comment

The Four-Frosty Month of May

May 21, 2019May 21, 2019 Posted in acid reflux, California, cheeseburgers, chorus, Frosty, Gaviscon, neurologist, podiatrist, Wendy's, white matter1 Comment

Wendy’s has 50 cent small Frosties for the month of May. Normally that wouldn’t be blog-worthy, but my sis has been out of her board and care home for four outings this month. That’s the most she’s ever broken out of there. We went to the podiatrist. Afterward, we celebrated with a chocolate Frosty. She… Continue reading The Four-Frosty Month of May