Category: seniors

Four Blobs of Beige

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(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

They Told Her to Go to Rehab

Posted in California, children, cleaning, family, hospital, humor, memoir, mom, rehab, relationships, roommate, seniors, worstLeave a comment

It’s my sister’s second day of rehab after a one-week hospital stay, and I need to vent about the woman in the next bed. Actually, about her family. She has had a medical event that has changed her life. She is moving to a new place closer to one of her daughters. I found this… Continue reading They Told Her to Go to Rehab

Belly-up Beetle

Posted in alcohol abuse, California, cars, dating, friends, guardian angel, high school, humor, marijuana, relationships, seniors, survival, worstLeave a comment

Curtis drove the VW, 1969 vintage beetle. Smoking George, his wingman, brought the weed. They’d met their dates at a party. Stacy and Camille went to San Leandro High. Curtis and George went to Castro Valley. Curtis liked Camille. George got Stacy. They all partied at a friend of a friend’s house in Oakland until… Continue reading Belly-up Beetle

Butt Dials and Other My-Bads

Posted in California, cell phones, humor, memoir, mom, parenting, phone numbers, relationships, seniors, technology, writers1 Comment

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,” he… Continue reading Butt Dials and Other My-Bads