Category: school

Doc and Lillian

Posted in college, garden, gardening, grandparents, Iowa, kitchen table, mood ring, Nebraska, post office, school, Spanish, summer, superintendent1 Comment

When I was just out of college and teaching in a small town in Nebraska, I rented a refurbished farmhouse from the superintendent.  His dad was Doc. Doc’s wife was Lillian. They became my surrogate Nebraska grandparents. Doc used to be a dentist, and one day he presented me with a mood ring. Remember those?… Continue reading Doc and Lillian

Time to Get your Absentee Ballot for November

Posted in absentee ballot, ATM, Coronavirus, Covid 19, dogs, Easter, election, Google, judges, lockdown, memoir, newspaper, school, school district, social distancing, Spanish Flu, Supreme Court, voter primary, WisconsinLeave a comment

It’s that bewitching hour after lunch where I need to sit and digest while I write a blog post. During the lockdown (here in California) I have learned a few things today: Our school district, along with six counties, has called off physical classes for the rest of the year. My county has 442 cases… Continue reading Time to Get your Absentee Ballot for November

Get Some Facetime

Posted in California, cell phones, high school, humor, memoir, Millennials, relationships, school, school shooting, student march, vote, waiting roomLeave a comment

As I stepped into the waiting room at my chiropractor’s office, three women and one guy were looking down at their cell phones, sitting in a symmetrical pattern amongst the u-shaped chairs. Feeling giddy from my fifty-five minute massage I said,” Well, this looks like a blog post to me! You’re all on your phones!”… Continue reading Get Some Facetime

Antiques Dealer School

Posted in antique, antique collective, antique store, antiques dealer, estate sale, memoir, partner, picker, recession, relationships, school, storeLeave a comment

When my youngest was three, I ventured out in to the real world and rented a space in a handmade and vintage store. I did pretty well, but there were problems including accounting and theft. In my affluent town, shoppers unpinned the price tags and switched them around. I quit the craft store and invested… Continue reading Antiques Dealer School

The Longest Day of my Life

Posted in antique, boyfriend, California, clueless, friends, moving, neighbors, relationships, school, Spanish, trucks1 Comment

Today is the anniversary of the longest day of my life. Eight years ago, the movers showed up at 7:00 a.m. I had expected them at 8:00. They had a medium-sized truck. There was no way everything would fit. I had the Suburban and the Subaru, but they were already packed to the gills. The… Continue reading The Longest Day of my Life

Get Some Facetime

Posted in California, cell phones, high school, humor, memoir, Millennials, relationships, school, school shooting, student march, vote, waiting roomLeave a comment

(re-run) As I stepped into the waiting room at my chiropractor’s office, three women and one guy were looking down at their cell phones, sitting in a symmetrical pattern amongst the u-shaped chairs. Feeling giddy from my fifty-five minute massage I said,” Well, this looks like a blog post to me! You’re all on your… Continue reading Get Some Facetime

Get Some Facetime

Posted in California, cell phones, high school, humor, memoir, Millennials, relationships, school, school shooting, student march, vote, waiting room2 Comments

As I stepped into the waiting room at my chiropractor’s office, three women and one guy were looking down at their cell phones, sitting in a symmetrical pattern amongst the u-shaped chairs. Feeling giddy from my fifty-five minute massage I said,” Well, this looks like a blog post to me! You’re all on your phones!”… Continue reading Get Some Facetime

Same Old Grind

Posted in bruxism, California, children, dad, dentist, dogs, family, high school, humor, husband, memoir, parking lot, physical therapy, relationships, school, sports, worstLeave a comment

Advanced bruxism – that’s what it’s called when you clench and grind your teeth in your sleep. I didn’t know I had it until my dentist noticed my worn lower teeth at a check-up. She made me a mouth guard to save them. I know when it all started. It was in the big house… Continue reading Same Old Grind