No Explanation Needed

Pre-covid I usually went to the gym 3 times a week - Monday, Wednesday and Friday. And, because Trader Joe’s was just steps away in the same shopping mall, I would do all my shopping during the week.

Then Covid hit. No more gym and no more Trader Joe’s. Originally, we used Instacart, but after a few months Trader Joe’s opened from 8-9 AM for senior shoppers. Armed with a weekly shopping list, rubber gloves and masks, we were usually the first in store and first finished with our shopping.

Over the years, even though the threat of covid had vastly diminished, we continued our once-a-week shopping trip. We chose Sunday as our shopping day and as before, we were usually the first in store and the first finished with our shopping. It was just a habit, not a necessity.

I didn’t think much about our routine until recently. Although I was no longer a gym rat, I was now out and about several times a week and was shopping not only at Trader Joe’s, but Sprouts, Ralphs and even Whole Foods.

Then a miracle happened. This past Sunday I awoke to see the heavens open, and I heard the angels sing. I finally realized that we didn’t need to shop anymore on Sundays. My trips during the week gave us a full fridge and pantry. Sundays are now officially Pajama Day. 

Amen.

 

TOGETHER

I have always been politically active. It’s just who I am. As much a part of me as my curly hair and my love of crafting. Fighting for the oppressed feels as natural as breathing.

Since April I have been attending the once-a-week Woodland Hills Indivisible protests and I am proud to call myself one of the regulars. I bring signs, wear protest T-shirts and make bracelets to give away.

I have made literally hundreds of bracelets and currently have over 100 in my stockpile.

Last week I handed out Nurses are Heroes to honor Alex Pretti and my husband, who was a nurse for 25 years. This week's bracelets are finished and ready for Saturday - Abolish Ice.

My hope is that everyone who wears one of my bracelets looks at their wrist and knows that they are not alone. We WILL make this world a better place for ALL of us.

 

15 Minutes

When I was single, more than once, I had an unexpected guest knock on my door when my apartment was a mess. I remember when I literally hid a sink full of dirty dishes in the oven. That experience kind of broke me and though embarrassed, I admitted my disgraceful act to a workmate.

He didn’t make me feel bad, instead he kindly shared his 15 minute rule. The idea was to make his home presentable for visitors in just 15 minutes. I laughed and figured I could never do it, but I made the decision to try.

It didn’t happen overnight, but eventually it did happen. Just last week, we had a friend call and say he was in the area and wanted to stop by. We actually had a 30 minute warning, but it only took us 15 minutes to get the house in shipshape - not spotless, but tidy. Fluff the pillows in the living room, clear the dining room table and I even had time to change clothes and dab on some lip gloss. All this and no dirty dishes hiding in the oven.

After writing the above, I was kind of curious as to what the internet claims one could accomplish in 15 minutes. Believe it or not, there are actually books, videos and countless articles devoted to what could be done in 15 minutes. One of my favorites has to be - clean out your makeup bag. Obviously, that was written by a man.

But I am proof that a small burst of effort can change your life. Sorry, but you'll have to excuse me now because I have to take a 15 minute nap!

   

 

911

I buy a lot from Amazon. And yes, I feel guilty admitting this in public. It started during Covid, but as the years passed it not only continued, it increased. It’s just so easy – click, click, and a few days later it’s at my doorstep.

Because I order a lot, I also return a lot. And, with Amazon Fresh being just 1.6 miles from our house, it’s easy peasy. But then last week everything changed.

Fresh is gone! Disappeared without any warning. Vanished. Forever.

I asked Yahoo what I should do and AI responded:

Calling the police is advisable if something has disappeared and you suspect it may be stolen or if there is a risk involved.

The Infamous Three Balls

It all started about 30 years ago at the Renaissance Faire in San Bernardino. One of the vendors was a juggler and for a fee, he would teach you how to juggle plus you get to keep the juggling balls. I can’t remember how long I stayed, but I will admit that the failure was totally on my end, not his.

All these years I held on to the balls, photo above, with the hope that one day I would somehow magically learn how to juggle. I have watched dozens of YouTube videos on how to juggle but alas, none worked. In desperation I prayed to the juggling god.

And then, as if by magic, something wonderful happened. My daughter fell in love with a world-famous juggler – Sean Blue. He will be out here in March to perform in the opera Akhnaten, so my goal is to learn how to juggle by time he gets here.

Of course, if that fails, I am going to ask him to teach me. Wish me luck. Or better yet, wish him luck!

 

My New T-Shirt

Growing up I never dreamed of becoming a tap dancer. It wasn’t until I retired, that I decided “now” was the perfect time to learn how to tap. Excited for a new adventure I bought a pair of tap shoes and went to the local Senior Community Center for my first tap class. I entered with joyful anticipation; I left with tears.

The instructor told me that even though it was called Beginner Tap, all the ladies were advanced tappers, and I wouldn’t be able to keep up with the class. Heartbroken, I told her to keep my new tap shoes and give them to someone who needed them.

Fast forward to December 2025. Twelve years had passed and I was ready for the second coming. I told my daughter and she bought me new tap shoes for my birthday. Then, I went on YouTube and watched video after video on how to tap.

Found it! The channel is Beginner Dance Tutorials by Carrie Mitchell, and it was the holy grail for me. Her lessons are fun and her instruction is easy to understand. The only difficult part for me is memorizing the routine.

I am taking 2 lessons a week. The routine I’m learning is “Time Warp” from The Rocky Horror Picture Show. I’m giving myself 3 months to learn and memorize the routine and then I’ll be ready for my first official performance. 

Lots of tickets still available!

 

Page 84

When I was in my senior year at college, majoring in Interior Design, there was a nationwide furniture design contest sponsored by the luggage company Samsonite. I designed a child’s bed and was gobsmacked to win Honorable mention – which was 4th place, but who’s counting? I won $75 and although I have no idea what I bought with my prize money, the money was secondary. I was acknowledged for my talent and that was truly a Mastercard moment.

Months after winning, I was told that the magazine Redbook, which has since ceased printing, would be featuring some of the winner’s furniture. Although I didn’t think Honorable Mention would make the cut, I was excited to hunt down the magazine.

I remember the moment clearly. I went to the local supermarket and picked up the new Redbook. On the cover it stated, Three beds to build.

I turned to page 84 and there it was. The bed I designed in a 2-page spread. I literally screamed with joy and a woman passing by stopped and asked if I was okay. With tears of joy running down my face, I just shook my head and grabbed every Redbook on the stand – about a dozen. At $.60 each it was a bargain.

PS. I just checked eBay and that exact Redbook is listed at $21.94. In retrospect I guess I should have bought more!