The Lost Package of Christmas Gifts

(re-run) I know, it’s almost March. I mailed one of my adult children’s Christmas gifts to her in two priority boxes after her visit for the holidays (January 10th). One box made it to the East Coast. The other one made it and then went back to Oakland. That’s what the USPS website said when… Continue reading The Lost Package of Christmas Gifts

Shake, Rattle and Roll

(re-run in honor of the 35th anniversary of the Loma Prieta quake in 1989) Twenty earthquakes happened under my town yesterday. The biggest one was under the posh community of Diablo, three miles from here. They are calling it a swarm of quakes. The quakes are just big enough to get your attention or wake… Continue reading Shake, Rattle and Roll

Spring Cleaning in February

(re-run) It started with a koala bear.  A bunch of them.  Some musicians were having a fundraiser for Australia, the fires, and the koalas.  It was donation at the door.  Two and a half hours of music, and I knew three of the performers. We got there early and sat in the third row.  Two… Continue reading Spring Cleaning in February

Good Riddance to January

Talk about the month from hell, January was the worst month, so far, of 2026.  So many bad things happened.  On New Year’s Day, my body decided to have a pooping meltdown. I was so dizzy, then hot, then clammy, then dizzy, that I couldn’t make it out of bed, a new low for laundry… Continue reading Good Riddance to January

Through the Tunnel

(re-run, pre-pandemic) Today I ventured through the Caldecott Tunnel that connects the East Bay with Oakland, Berkeley, and San Francisco.  It was sunny on my side but foggy on the other side. Still, traffic wasn’t too bad, and my car almost drove itself to the warehouse sale off of Fruitvale Avenue (yes, that Fruitvale –… Continue reading Through the Tunnel

Guardian Angels on Call

(re-run) My two-hour drive from the beach back to suburbia can become longer if there’s an accident along 101, a two-lane (on each side) highway. Once I got past Gilroy, the garlic capital of the world, where the highway grows to four lanes each way through San Jose, I felt confident that I was going… Continue reading Guardian Angels on Call

The Gun at Grandma’s House

(re-run) The thing was cold, black, and heavy. Even though I was just a kid, maybe nine or ten, I knew a gun when I saw it. I’d been jumping on Grandma Nellie’s bed. The pillow had fallen on the floor. The gun was under the pillow. I put everything back the way I found… Continue reading The Gun at Grandma’s House