It was a while ago, an earlier chapter in our lives and we had two adorable Schnauzers named Bartles and Jaymes. We had a great backyard with access to the garage for Bart and Jim to explore each day while we were at work. Even as well-behaved as our two guys were, still they did occasionally bark. They did barkin’ when someone came to the door or rang the bell. Sometimes they barked at the mailman who delivered our mail….
She was a teeny, petite woman. Her brown hair I’m sure, had never been dyed and although she wore make-up, it was light and never overdone. She dressed conservatively, always neat as a pin (whatever that means). She was kind and so sweet. I never heard her say anything cruel or negative about anyone or anything. She was professional and polite to every single person who approached her at the Outpatient Department counter of the small, local hospital where we…
“Don’t panic if you see military people walking around the airport with machine guns.” That’s the first thing my girlfriend said to me after I told her we were gonna take her up on their Puerta Vallarta invite for the holidays. Machine guns? Wait! Maybe we needed to think this one over. Why were we doing this anyways? Me with a big-time plane phobia and Lobo perfectly happy with his feet on American soil at all times. Well, they’d been…
Oftentimes during those heavenly years when we lived in Pacific Grove, we’d take a ride down The Big Sur. Just because we could. We did the same thing with Fisherman’s Wharf and Cannery Row…..drove down their streets. Just because we could. We never got used to it…..two regular people from a little town, barely big enough to be called a city, down the river from Detroit, living in an adorable little Hamlet-atop-the-Pacific and The Big Sur one hour from our…
Whaddya do when you’re 40, divorced, and run into your high-school boyfriend who’s also divorced and your heart goes back to that old pitter-pat? What WE did was hold tighter this time and do all those things that were forbidden to us as teenagers. Not that we didn’t do them then, it was just a lot easier and way more fun when no person or rule could stop us. And so, no longer teenagers with rules, we threw caution to…
First thing I can say about “the aging process” is…..it stinks! But then there’s all those positive quotes I read often on Facebook and in books about how it’s a privilege denied to many and although that’s true, still it’s a damn, miserable process. Once upon a while ago, I worked in a lovely Residential Care Facility for the Elderly and I had the honor of meeting, caring for and becoming friends with about 80 wonderful people who lived there….
I’m gonna tell you this story and I don’t expect anyone except one person to believe it. The one person is Bobfone, because he was there, he saw it. Now, he’d be the first person to accuse me of “embellishing” (that’s his polite word when really he wants to say EXAGGERATING or worse yet, lying.) But that’s not gonna happen with story UNLESS I’m under-embellishing. No way could I over-inflate this one. No friggin’ way! It was a warm, sunny…
My daughter mentioned it after spending the night in our guest room. She heard strange sounds that scared her, like Alligator Lizards hissing in the middle of the night…right outside the bedroom window. I guess I dismissed it and didn’t think about it again until my cousin was visiting for a week. We talked about it one morning after I asked how she was sleeping. “I guarantee you something’s outside that window in the middle of the night!” I…
Everything can change and never go back to where it was. We’re just coming through the other end of one of those experiences. It began with Lobo’s (my husband) annual check up with his doc. Everything looked good except some microscopic blood in his urine. Because of his family history, his dad had bladder cancer, his doc decided to send him to a Specialist. You know the insurance routine, the “Mother May I Game” we play. Our doctor referred us…
Different has always attracted me; as in strange, weird, odd, bizarre…..that kind of different. I was told by the two women across the street that our neighbor in the house next door was weird. Right next door…..a weirdo, imagine. How lucky was that? The house next door was a 3-story Victorian hidden behind Monterey Pines so tall that none of it could be seen from the front. But, we could see the entire back yard from one of our upstairs…