Category: wedding

Hot Lipstick and a Missed Wedding

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(re-run) This morning (Sunday) I ran out to get the San Francisco Chronicle, bought fruit, and then dropped off a library book, mailed a letter, and parked in front of CVS, waiting for the pharmacy to open. Why not run errands later, you ask?  Because the Chronicle sells out fairly early, so I settled in… Continue reading Hot Lipstick and a Missed Wedding

Dancing my Life Away

Posted in aerobics class, ballroom dancing, dance club, dancing, disco, fraternity, girl friends, jazzercise, memoir, Michael Jackson, Omaha, PE, polka, Prom, sorority, square dancing, swing dancing, tap dancing, teens, wedding, wigLeave a comment

A newish girlfriend asked me the other night how I learned to partner dance. It got me thinking about how my fancy footwork has gotten me to where I am today.  As a child, my older sis got to take tap dancing. When I asked if I could, too, the answer was no. “Here are… Continue reading Dancing my Life Away

Three Donkeys – Halfway There

Posted in airbnb, California, car accident, donkeys, highway, highway 101, Iowa, memoir, Monterey Bay, Morgan Hill, mule, ocean, plane crash, temperature, violence, weather, weddingLeave a comment

The drive from 105-degree weather in my town to 60-degree weather in my other town takes two hours, door to door, if I go during non-rush-hour times.  I leave around ten and get to the other house by noon. It’s 120 minutes, unless there’s an accident, like a jack-knifed semi trailer or a church bus… Continue reading Three Donkeys – Halfway There

It Started with a Whistle

Posted in Bruce Springsteen, college, concert, humor, RA, relationships, running shorts, wedding, whistleLeave a comment

Ray was a senior at Santa Clara University and RA for his house. Elise was a freshman that September and lived on the floor above. Ray and his buddy were out for a run when Elise and her roommate whistled at the guys in their running shorts. Ray introduced himself later that day, and the… Continue reading It Started with a Whistle

Live Music in a Virtual World

Posted in Beatles, California, chorus, Facebook, grad school, live music, livestream, memoir, musicians, neck, newspaper, pandemic, parking, physical therapy, Prius, stress, summer, weddingLeave a comment

Last weekend I watched five livestream music events on my laptop. I was out of town but didn’t feel too lonely until the last livestream guy looked right into the camera and sang Blackbird (Beatles) to me.  I had requested it in the chat feed. “This one is for you, Susan.” The next thing I… Continue reading Live Music in a Virtual World

You Know You’ve Been Alone Too Long When . . .

Posted in Barbie, beach, board and care, care giver, Coronavirus, Covid 19, dolls, flight, hot tub, humor, intervention, Ken, Medicare, memoir, neighbors, pandemic, wedding, ZoomLeave a comment

(re-run) It’s week ten or eleven of the Covid-19 lockdown — I’ve lost track. I found out in a Zoom meeting last night that two more people that I know had a nasty virus in March that caused them to lose their sense of smell and taste. They are both well over sixty, as are… Continue reading You Know You’ve Been Alone Too Long When . . .

Trading Up in Omaha

Posted in Council Bluffs, dating, house, Iowa, Japan, military, Nebraska, Omaha, teaching, Virginia, weddingLeave a comment

(re-run) Alice got a teaching job in Council Bluffs, Iowa. She decided to live across the Missouri River in Omaha in an old Victorian that had been converted into apartments. A military guy from Maryland moved in upstairs. She ran into him in the hallway after a bike ride one evening when he was coming… Continue reading Trading Up in Omaha

Hot Lipstick and a Missed Wedding

Posted in airline ticket, Chronicle, CVS, deejay, face masks, Facebook, fruit, lipstick, memoir, milestone, pandemic, protestors, relationships, songs, vacation, weddingLeave a comment

(re-run) This morning (Sunday) I ran out to get the San Francisco Chronicle, bought fruit, and then dropped off a library book, mailed a letter, and parked in front of CVS, waiting for the pharmacy to open. Why not run errands later, you ask?  Because the Chronicle sells out fairly early, so I settled in… Continue reading Hot Lipstick and a Missed Wedding

You Know You’ve Been Alone Too Long When . . .

Posted in Barbie, beach, board and care, care giver, Coronavirus, Covid 19, dolls, flight, hot tub, humor, intervention, Ken, Medicare, memoir, neighbors, pandemic, wedding, ZoomLeave a comment

(re-run) It’s week ten or eleven of the Covid-19 lockdown — I’ve lost track. I found out in a Zoom meeting last night that two more people that I know had a nasty virus in March that caused them to lose their sense of smell and taste. They are both well over sixty, as are… Continue reading You Know You’ve Been Alone Too Long When . . .

Trading Up in Omaha

Posted in Council Bluffs, dating, house, Iowa, Japan, military, Nebraska, Omaha, teaching, Virginia, weddingLeave a comment

Alice got a teaching job in Council Bluffs, Iowa. She decided to live across the Missouri River in Omaha in an old Victorian that had been converted into apartments. A military guy from Maryland moved in upstairs. She ran into him in the hallway after a bike ride one evening when he was coming back… Continue reading Trading Up in Omaha