(re-run) Today, before and after Zumba class on Zoom, the ladies were discussing how many steps we take during one class and how many calories we burn. This went on for a while, and I signed off. I don’t need a gadget to tell me if I am getting enough exercise. I have dogs. They… Continue reading Staying Fit without a FitBit
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Monday, Monday
(re-run) The neighbors have a new puppy. I can hear it squeaking at their back door. The windows are open, a hot night for October in California. My stitched-up leg is on the foot stool. The pain has lessened. After all, it is day 5. Only 9 more to go before the stitches come out.… Continue reading Monday, Monday
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
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
The Lost Glasses, and the Other Lost Glasses
I lost my glasses, so I had to find my spare pair. I dislike the spare pair because I get my hair caught in the hinge on the stem and then there’s breakage. I hate that. I went to the grocery store with the spare pair to get the Sunday paper, then headed to my… Continue reading The Lost Glasses, and the Other Lost Glasses
Santa Cruz Friday
(re-run) When a dancing friend asked me to meet him in Santa Cruz yesterday, I thought it would be a great day to break up this monotonous pandemic life. We agreed to meet at 2:00. I drove through intermittent fog and sunshine all the way to Moss Landing. I had promised myself a ceramic pot… Continue reading Santa Cruz Friday
Reflections on a Retired Thursday
(RE-RUN) You’d think retired people have seven days a week to reflect on their past lives. Not so, Smokey Joe. There was chorus, plus a COVID booster shot on Tuesday which produced a huge headache. “Take Tylenol,” my adult child who lives down the hall said. “No, you’re supposed to let the vaccine do its… Continue reading Reflections on a Retired Thursday
Roller Coaster Week
After three chorus performances which were fun but way too close together (three in thirty hours), I woke up Monday to some great news. My Penguin editor emailed me to say that a book I wrote twenty years ago was being picked up by an educational publisher to use in the classroom, and my cut… Continue reading Roller Coaster Week
The Third Day at the Beach
(re-run) When I visit my beach house, it’s usually for two nights. One night is a no-go. It’s too much work to pack up and take the dogs, driving down one day and driving back the next. Every now and then I get an extra third night. That seems to be the difference between getting… Continue reading The Third Day at the Beach
Doing the Wobble While Being Old
I just read the lyrics for the song, the Wobble, and I am blushing. It’s about sex. It’s a really fun dance, though, mostly for women, although Saturday, as I wobbled with forty other people on a postage stamp of a dance floor at a Vallejo winery, there were at least four guys. We each… Continue reading Doing the Wobble While Being Old
FIRST DATE, WORST DATE EVER! 