Category: tourists

Frostbite Memories

Posted in beach, California, college, December, dog walks, dogs, frostbite, gardening, Iowa, memoir, Monterey Bay, old lady card, tourists, tree trimmer, trees, wind, winter breakLeave a comment

Today the sun was shining, the ocean was royal blue and the wind was bitter cold. I had the dog on a choke chain since I couldn’t squeeze the prong collar back together (I’d taken it apart in the wrong place).  I headed down my street past a tree- trimmer truck that has just pulled… Continue reading Frostbite Memories

Brain Fog, Dementia, or Something Else?

Posted in 70s, Andes, balance, brain, dolmas, Machu Picchu, memoir, Middle East, physical therapy, tourists, travelLeave a comment

(re-run) I lay on the physical therapist’s table, running names of L countries from the cubby hole in my brain that held them. Laos, Lichtenstein, Latvia . . . Why couldn’t I think of the name of the country where my youngest had sneaked off to see, the summer after her four months in Jordan?… Continue reading Brain Fog, Dementia, or Something Else?

Frostbite Memories

Posted in beach, California, college, dog walks, dogs, frostbite, gardening, Iowa, memoir, Monterey Bay, old lady card, tourists, tree trimmer, trees, wind, winter breakLeave a comment

(re-run) Today the sun was shining, the ocean was royal blue and the wind was bitter cold. I had the dog on a choke chain since I couldn’t squeeze the prong collar back together (I’d taken it apart in the wrong place).  I headed down my street past a tree- trimmer truck that has just… Continue reading Frostbite Memories

So This is What Happened While I was Gone

Posted in Bay Area, beach, birds, Covid 19, foxtails, John Steinbeck, memoir, Monterey Bay, nest, property taxes, social distancing, tourists, weedsLeave a comment

I can no longer use my front door. See photo, upper right. I was for 5 nights for these reasons: The foxtails have overtaken my yard, and now that it has stopped raining (probably until fall) I have a ton of weeds to pull (foxtails are bad for dogs’ eyes and noses). I wore myself… Continue reading So This is What Happened While I was Gone