Tag: #grandparent

Grey skies are fine with me

The South Bay’s June gloom has extended into July, which is just fine with me considering everything east of Hawthorne Boulevard is baking. I really prefer chill. Not too much, but short sleeves, cozy socks, red wine vs. white, 72 degree cloudy sky pie,… Continue Reading “Grey skies are fine with me”

Tick, Tick, Tick

It just isn’t right. It’s been almost two months since I last wrote. It’s not that I haven’t been thinking about you. I have. But, I have to be blunt and honest, you haven’t been my priority. Here’s what I have done instead: Been… Continue Reading “Tick, Tick, Tick”

Waiting for my real life to begin

Thanks Colin Hay for the song. It expresses what I’m experiencing better than anything I can write: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fRO66I22qi0 Waiting for My Real Life by Colin Hay Any minute now, my ship is coming inI’ll keep checking the horizonI’ll stand on the bowFeel the waves… Continue Reading “Waiting for my real life to begin”

retraction, expansion

I don’t know if it is the hot, Southern California January weather or exhaustion from the last four years of constant havoc, or anticipation of a new, hopeful president and Vice President, or the fact that I submitted my retirement paperwork a few days… Continue Reading “retraction, expansion”

FIZZY DRINKS AND FRENCH BREAD

Sweet, sweet summer. Not the same as the last. But sweet. Not working wardrobe-pajamas, but hanging out and gardening pjs. Purposeful, summer-tossed bleached hair. Nonchalant late teeth-brushing. Patience of a naturalist’s eagerness to identify squirrel A (big Mama) from wiry squirrel B (Terrorizing Ted).… Continue Reading “FIZZY DRINKS AND FRENCH BREAD”

B0ngos on the balcony

Mom used to joke with us (sort of) when she was about to lose it, that she had bats in the belfry. I can understand this expression because the guy upstairs, right above where I’m typing, is “playing” the bongo. He think’s he’s good.… Continue Reading “B0ngos on the balcony”

Consider the lilies of the field

Some people think it’s 4.5 weeks we’ve been sheltered in place. For me, it’s been both. I’ve been in NYC for more than a month and I’ve known my granddaughter just shy of that. What an extraordinary time to be born. A time of… Continue Reading “Consider the lilies of the field”

pace thyself

Working from home. Remotely. Baby in the House. Far away from Home. Feels like Winter when it’s actually Spring. Walking around the block feels like the past, the future and nowhere in between. Am I breaking the law? Putting myself, my family, in danger?… Continue Reading “pace thyself”