The sad truth is I ranted myself right out of business. Grumped and harrumphed, sighed frequently, complained of arthritis and before I knew it I had been born away by our dear family. Packed up and carted away to life in San Diego. Our new residence is lovely, but a far piece from home. Ah,…
By Bobbie Glasheen The closest I will ever come to perfection is when someone (a dear friend, I hope) delivers my eulogy. Can hardly wait. I’ll sit in the front row, nodding and smiling beatifically. Maybe not. It will depend on how I am doing that day. Suppose I contact someone in advance, pay them…
That’s a relief. I no longer have to worry about growing old. It has been difficult getting here but by the grace of three sons, a husband, barking dogs and unbalanced budgets I have flown in and landed at OLD. Thirty-five was nice. I stayed right there for 10 years. Then I lost track and…
Attending a recital at Idyllwild Arts, we entered Stephens Hall and found only one unoccupied seat. Gary offered it to me. And then he spotted a kettle drum pushed against the wall. It was draped in green vinyl and looked more like a round table than a musical instrument.
By Bobbie Glasheen From our back porch I shout into the pines and the bare, black branches of the oaks. “Give that back, doggone! That belongs to me and I want it back NOW. What else have you taken, besides my good looks and strong arches?” Time has taken a lot but not the strength…
By Bobbie Glasheen From our lovely porch on Cedar Street, I can sit forever and watch the birds change color and fall from the trees. It is a sere and ominous season … if you’re a bird. For me, not a bird, the pervading tone is so rich in memory. Actually, I suppose I muse…
Today I stood at the foot of the driveway and looked at my home. I admired it, turned my head a bit and admired it some more. Dang funny thing, this love for an 800-square-foot slightly listing house. Bad enough I am crazy in love with my dogs but my house, too? Is there a…
I read recently that death is the number 1 killer in the world. Interesting, that. Then why must I listen to endless harangues pointing to fatty foods and lack of exercise as the number 1 killer? A friend of mine insists that anger-with-a-smile (snarkism) will surely kill me. What a lot of nerve! It’s death that…
By Bobbie Glasheen Believe it or not, I do have a good friend in Idyllwild. Occasionally, we engage in violent struggles of will. Then we threaten to meet up in back of Fairway and beat each other up. I would win, of course. I am taller. We do not fight over important things like racist…
Gen turned to Madge over lunch and said, “Madge, you look beautiful. I love the color of your hair.” Madge, in fact, looked dreadful. The color of her hair was freakish. Later, Jessie, when asked about her tennis bracelet replied, “Jim gave it to me. It was very expensive and I am almost embarrassed to…
