Category: seniors

Freeing Up Space

Posted in Democrats, election, Etsy, Facebook, Gmail, Google, memoir, online sales, online shopping, pandemic, seniors, SPAM, storage space, technology, unsubscribe, Walgreen's, WordpressLeave a comment

Google has been telling me for days now that I am running out of storage space. Rather than bug my adult son about it, I bought extra space from Google. Guess what? It didn’t change a thing.  Still not wanting to bother my technological son in a pandemic, since he lives elsewhere, I used Google… Continue reading Freeing Up Space

Butt Dials and Other My-Bads

Posted in California, cell phones, humor, memoir, mom, parenting, phone numbers, relationships, seniors, technology, writersLeave a comment

(re-run) I had lunch with my son yesterday. We were trying to figure out why I’d used up all my storage on my cell phone. He took a look, handed back my phone, and watched me put it in my pocket. “You need to hit the button on the side and turn off your screen,”… Continue reading Butt Dials and Other My-Bads

The New Normal

Posted in Bay Area, beach, Bill Gates, conspiracy theory, Coronavirus, Costco, Covid 19, CVS, Dr. Fauci, Ellen, essential workers, farm workers, gardeners, hair dye, herd immunity, lockdown, Monterey Bay, new normal, pandemic, philanthropist, porta potties, seniors, vaccine, virus1 Comment

Last night the special on TV thanked the nurses, doctors, policemen, delivery men, grocery store workers, restaurant workers, mail carriers, truckers, etc, etc. Nobody thanked the farm workers. A week ago I was driving back from Monterey in a light rain. As I passed the fields on either side of the freeway, I saw the… Continue reading The New Normal

Pioneer Lady

Posted in California, clothing, costumes, Gold Rush, history, memoir, Oakland, parking, photographs, pioneers, relationships, seniors, sewing, store, ticket, triviaLeave a comment

Every year I drive to Oakland for the most awesome day at the White Elephant Sale.  The women’s board of the Oakland Museum own a warehouse in Fruitvale, and they fill it up for their annual event. If you know someone who works the sale, they can give you passes so that you can get… Continue reading Pioneer Lady

It’s a Jungle Out There

Posted in bar, best, California, coyote, dancing, dating, dogs, friends, girlfriends, humor, memoir, moving, music, relationships, seniorsLeave a comment

(re-run) I saw a coyote yesterday during my strength and training class at the senior center. There are so many people in the drop-in class that I have to stand right in front of the glass doors, with a view of the hills filled with wild turkeys, birds, and now Wiley Coyote. My back hurts… Continue reading It’s a Jungle Out There

It’s a Jungle Out There

Posted in bar, best, California, coyote, dancing, dating, dogs, friends, girlfriends, humor, memoir, moving, music, relationships, seniors1 Comment

(re-run) I saw a coyote yesterday during my strength and training class at the senior center. There are so many people in the drop-in class that I have to stand right in front of the glass doors, with a view of the hills filled with wild turkeys, birds, and now Wiley Coyote. My back hurts… Continue reading It’s a Jungle Out There

Four Blobs of Beige

Posted in aging, California, caregiver, dogs, family, hospital, humor, memoir, rehab, relationships, seniors, skilled nursing facility, Spanish, worstLeave a comment

(re-run) The lunch plate has a light beige blob, a medium beige blob, and a dark beige blob. One blob turns out to be pureed bagel. It is Sister’s rehab in a Jewish community home. The signs are in both English and Hebrew. The synagogue has gorgeous stained glass windows. The doors are all automatic.… Continue reading Four Blobs of Beige

If Only I Could Clone Myself

Posted in aging, attitude, California, cloning, dancing, divorce, dogs, flirting, girl friends, humor, memoir, Monterey Bay, OCD, phone calls, relationships, seniors, widowedLeave a comment

I saw a bad pun about cloning. One guys says, “I don’t really get it, cloning.” The other guy says, “That makes two of us.” Some days I wish I could clone myself to get all my stuff done. And I’m retired!  Sort of. I still write for fun and money.   By the time I’ve… Continue reading If Only I Could Clone Myself

It’s a Jungle Out There

Posted in bar, best, California, coyote, dancing, dating, dogs, friends, girlfriends, humor, memoir, moving, music, relationships, seniorsLeave a comment

I saw a coyote yesterday during my strength and training class at the senior center. There are so many people in the drop-in class that I have to stand right in front of the glass doors, with a view of the hills filled with wild turkeys, birds, and now Wiley Coyote. My back hurts more… Continue reading It’s a Jungle Out There

Four Blobs of Beige

Posted in aging, California, caregiver, dogs, family, hospital, humor, memoir, rehab, relationships, seniors, skilled nursing facility, Spanish, worstLeave a comment

The lunch plate has a light beige blob, a medium beige blob, and a dark beige blob. One blob turns out to be pureed bagel. It is Sister’s rehab in a Jewish community home. The signs are in both English and Hebrew. The synagogue has gorgeous stained glass windows. The doors are all automatic. The… Continue reading Four Blobs of Beige