Category: thrift store

Return to the Scene of the Crime

Posted in animal rescue, animals, beach, bench, California, carbon monoxide alarm, dogs, donations, fences, Good Will, hard boiled eggs, memoir, Monterey Bay, Nordstrom, repurposing, smoke, smoke alarms, thrift store, yard, yard workLeave a comment

(re-run) Two weeks ago, I tried to burn my house down.  I came home in time to turn off the burner under the hard-boiled eggs. Eight of them had become missiles and hung in pieces from every surface in the kitchen. Four of them turned black in the Teflon pan. When I put the key… Continue reading Return to the Scene of the Crime

The Power of Vacation

Posted in Alexa, biking, Carmel, dogs, Monterey Bay, Point Lobos, relationships, thrift store, Tor House, travel, vacationLeave a comment

(re-run, pre-pandemic) The week after Christmas is dead time for scheduled activities. Chorus rehearsals are cancelled. The city building where I exercise three times a week is closed.  There’s a lot of extra time during the day. So . . . . . . for the first time in two and a half years, I… Continue reading The Power of Vacation

No Christmas Tree for Me

Posted in Bah Humbug, Christmas, dinner, divorce, family, food, gardeners, Grinch, humor, outdoors, pink, thrift storeLeave a comment

(re-run) Eight Christmases in this house and only two trees. Both were living, and both got planted in my yard. Guess what? My yard is full. That’s what happens when you get rid of your grass, fire your gardener, and watch volunteer trees grow on their own, self-planting trees with a little help from the… Continue reading No Christmas Tree for Me

When It’s Foggy, Go Thrifting

Posted in car accident, Carmel, dog walks, drugstore, fog, June Gloom, memoir, Monterey county, pandemic, thrift store, travel, weeds, ZumbaLeave a comment

(re-run) I’m in Monterey County, which is known for its June Gloom. I woke up to fog and had no desire to pull weeds in the dampness. Since there was no Zoom Zumba this morning, I seized the day, deciding before breakfast to go thrifting in Carmel. I hadn’t been there for a few months.… Continue reading When It’s Foggy, Go Thrifting

Why Seniors Shouldn’t Multi Task

Posted in 911, beach, dogs, eggs, fire fighter, house fire, memoir, multi-tasking, neighbors, stop signs, stove, thrift store1 Comment

(re-run) I’ve been multi-tasking my whole life. Until today. No more. This is why. I spent the last two days working with my handy woman/gardener/housecleaner at my beach house. We cleaned and organized the garage, donated furniture and stuff with her truck and moved rocks around in the front yard.  She left this morning, and… Continue reading Why Seniors Shouldn’t Multi Task

The Hijab Post

Posted in Arabic, begging, book review, books, fainting, hijab, infuiaion, infusion, Iran, Jordan, Karma, memoir, Morality Police, Muslim, osteoporosis, thrift storeLeave a comment

Forty-some days ago, a young Iranian woman was detained by the Morality Police because she wasn’t wearing hijab, her head covering, correctly. She died while being detained. Iranian women have poured into the streets, showing their hair to protest. The reason I’m writing about hijabs is because I’ve noticed them a lot lately.  This would… Continue reading The Hijab Post

Lovely Rita, Meter Maid

Posted in Bay Area, California, dogs, friends, girl friends, humor, library, memoir, newspaper, parking, parking lot, parking ticket, thrift storeLeave a comment

(re-run) Yesterday I spent most of the day in overly-metered Walnut Creek.  The town of walnut orchards has turned into a buzzing destination for shoppers.  It boasts a Nordstrom’s, Neiman Marcus (Needless Mark-up), Tiffany, Apple, Macy’s, Gap, Coach, Tesla, Pottery Barn, and every high-end store and chain store one can think of. People come from… Continue reading Lovely Rita, Meter Maid