A Giants Date

Tom the contractor was a Giants fan. He found a similar-minded woman on Match. Tom’s friend had given him the tickets, field level seats at the third baseline, near the players’ wives.   Tom asked his date to meet him at his place so they could drive over to the stadium in San Francisco together. Rule… Continue reading A Giants Date

My Autumn Travels

I am in India, then Hawaii, then Europe, then Mexico.  I have seen monkeys and camels, but no tigers. I have seen the Taj Mahal.  I am having the dead skin on my feet bitten by little fishes. Then I am touring a castle in Germany or visiting a beach town in Italy.  I can… Continue reading My Autumn Travels

When the Sun is Shining

When the sun is shining in Monterey, everyone walks around smiling. The town south of Monterey that sticks out into the ocean and gets a lot of fog is Pacific Grove, and the Methodists founded it in the 1900’s as a great place to get out of the heat. The mothers and children spent their… Continue reading When the Sun is Shining

The Snapcrap App for San Francisco

On the news last night, the anchors reported a new app for San Francisco people – to report poop, dog or human, on city streets.  I am not a Snapchat user, but at least one of my children is. This new free app, instead of for posting selfies, is an excrement tattle tale (tattle tail?).… Continue reading The Snapcrap App for San Francisco

The Bonus Daisy Post

Normally I write about my rescue dog on a monthly basis, on her adoption anniversary date, the 26th of October. Consider this a bonus post, since she has been making news these past two days. Every morning I get into the hot tub with my cup of black tea, and Daisy perches on the edge… Continue reading The Bonus Daisy Post

The Sunday After

No dogs were walked, no outside balls were thrown, and no outdoor chores got done, including painting my new white locking mailbox gray to blend in the neighbors’ 45 year old boxes, and cleaning up the hedge and pine needles strewn across the greenbelt next to my property. Yes, it seems silly to have to… Continue reading The Sunday After