Last week I said to a neighbor as we stood in the green belt, “I wish I could pick up this pine tree and move it away from my house.” Guess what? Today the wind gusts of 60 mph did just that. But instead of moving it, the winds snapped it off at the base.… Continue reading Another Tree Bites the Dust
A Quirky Story
When I was in high school and bought some of my clothes at the DAV thrift store, they called me quirky. When I made a cool pair of bell bottom jeans out of my dad’s old work pants, they called me quirky, but they also asked me where I got them. When I broke tradition… Continue reading A Quirky Story
F is for Frantic
(re-run) I have exactly seventy-five minutes to write this post, get dressed for the wedding rehearsal dinner, kick the contractor out of my house, and get to the church on time. Isn’t the last part a song? Well, it didn’t happen. It’s now the next morning. This blog post is now about friends, fun, fish,… Continue reading F is for Frantic
OCD and Me
I often dream about finding a public bathroom to use right before I wake up. It’s because I have to pee. Two nights ago I dreamed I was in a crowded restaurant and when I went into the bathroom, there were tables in there with groups of women seated around them. I stood at the… Continue reading OCD and Me
Let it Rain
If you live in California, this is the time of year that you pray for rain. With no precipitation since May, the hills are bone dry, so brown they are white. I hiked the hills yesterday. Not one green sprout of anything could be found anywhere. The trees are green, but that is all. When… Continue reading Let it Rain
Don’t Judge a Book
Of all the pick-up lines I’ve ever heard, the best one came yesterday at the Walnut Creek Octoberfest. “Now those are some sensible shoes.” Yes, I had on one-inch black boots because I was dressed as a German beer garden maid, and they were the best shoes with white knee socks. “They’re good for dancing,”… Continue reading Don’t Judge a Book
My Judge-y Friends
Last night a series of unfortunate events occurred at a great dancing venue while I was enjoying the last live music of the season. There are different versions as to what happened. Let’s just say it involved a few male egos and one girlfriend who thought she knew what was best for me. As I… Continue reading My Judge-y Friends
He Met Her at Work
Troy had the best job for meeting women. He was a parks worker for the city of Clayton, which contracted with the county for a workforce from the work alternative program. In other words, drunk drivers and those with misdemeanors could work off their time instead of paying fines. He was their supervisor. Katie, a… Continue reading He Met Her at Work
The Benefits of a Hard Childhood
My childhood friend from Iowa called the other day. As we were comparing notes about our dysfunctional childhood households (hers with physical abuse, mine verbal), she mentioned the immigrant caravan at the border. “What are going to do about that?” she said. “Let in the women and children,” I said. “I’m not sure about the… Continue reading The Benefits of a Hard Childhood
Be Careful What You Wish For
(re-run) I’ve lived in my little house for seven years and four months. The neighborhood is about 48 years old, and the trees that are here are huge. My pie-shaped lot is wide and shallow in the back. Las Trampas Ridge is due west, beyond the freeway, but I could not see it because of… Continue reading Be Careful What You Wish For
FIRST DATE, WORST DATE EVER! 