Why I Love Saturday Mornings

(re-run) When I was a kid, cartoons made Saturday mornings great. We sat around in our pajamas and ate cereal in front of the TV. There was never time any other day of the week. Now that I’m grown and also retired, I still love Saturday mornings.  I don’t have to Zumba, I don’t have… Continue reading Why I Love Saturday Mornings

Chorus Concerts a Super-spreader Weekend

I’m in a chorus with 94 people. We performed Friday night, Saturday night, and Sunday afternoon. We all had to show a negative antigen test from Friday morning.  We thought we were golden. We took off our masks. I’ve been wearing a mask to every rehearsal for four months. But it’s hotter to sing with… Continue reading Chorus Concerts a Super-spreader Weekend

Why I Love Saturday Mornings

(re-run) When I was a kid, cartoons made Saturday mornings great. We sat around in our pajamas and ate our cereal in front of the TV. There was never time any other day of the week. Now that I’m grown and also retired, I still love Saturday mornings.  I don’t have to Zumba, I don’t… Continue reading Why I Love Saturday Mornings

Just Me and the Pups

It’s New Year’s Eve and my adult children just left for a party. My eldest and her hubby flew home this morning. The house is empty except for me and three dogs. They’re calm now, but at midnight, when the fireworks go off, Daisy will dive under the bed. As I scroll on Facebook, lots… Continue reading Just Me and the Pups

God and the Pandemic

My oldest child went to a Christian school for kindergarten. It was tied to the church that ran her preschool. She turned out to be the youngest one in the class, a full year younger than her carpool mate. They shared an October birthday. Let’s call that girl Shannon.  Let’s call her mom Debbie.  I’ll… Continue reading God and the Pandemic

Why I Love Saturday Mornings

When I was a kid, cartoons made Saturday mornings great. We sat around in our pajamas and ate our cereal in front of the TV. There was never time any other day of the week. Now that I’m grown and also retired, I still love Saturday mornings.  I don’t have to Zumba, I don’t have… Continue reading Why I Love Saturday Mornings

Weekend Thoughts on a Spring Day

I am physically exhausted. It feels good. Cleaning, sorting, weeding, dancing. I have managed to fill up my day alone. I did meet the new neighbors when we were all headed to the beach. They bought four doors down as a second home. Maria across the street chatted with me for a moment as I… Continue reading Weekend Thoughts on a Spring Day