Category: First course

I found a great apartment today, even better than I expected. And yes, it is as funky and as non-luxurious a place as this Gal could want. I can walk to the beach, or I can just stare at the waterfront. I am in heaven with this. Work continues to feel okay. In fact, I…

I am living in a partially furnished, temporary rental. I could live here for the next month. I could move next week. I could linger here for a year. I have no idea how long I will be here, but I am grateful for the place to rest my head each night, and for the…

Monday I walked to the beach today–that was good. I saw an angry man almost run over his girlfriend in the 7-11 parking lot near the beach–that was definitely not good. I saw a three-legged dog on a walk with its owner–I wasn’t sure if that was good or not. I saw the crazy lady…

Me, laughing: So, when exactly did we start accepting, much less doing, shots in a bar? My Wonderful Friend, laughing: When you made the decision to live on your own. Me, smiling: Are we having fun, you know, doing the shots? My Wonderful Friend, smiling: I think so. Are you? Me: Ask me in three…

Sand dollars I collected as a child on Orcas Island, plus a few more that my best sister-like friend from Montana gave me. These have always seemed magical to me, in their grainy roundness with the perfectly etched designs on top. I have moved them with me, unbroken as of yet, since I was 8…

I have put off telling all but a few close, close friends about my impending move. I don’t have the energy nor the inclination to explain something I can barely explain myself. Then I posted the news on my blog. Then I figured I better tell my once close but now distant friends what was…

“Is anyone joining you this evening?” I hear the host ask the guest who has just approached the podium. “No, table for one. Just me,” he tells her. Book in hand, the guest sits at the deuce as the host clears away the extra place setting. He quickly opens his book, and he reads. It…

It is a warm and sunny afternoon in Georgetown. Knots of tourists, shoppers and neighborhood folks crowd the narrow sidewalks along Wisconsin Avenue. My Wonderful Friend and I have just finished our most delicious gelato treats. We are on our way to Restaurant Gal Daughter’s workplace to pick her up at quitting time. We get…

The local newspaper had a photo contest this week–an invitational to capture the first day of summer in our city. I could only enter one photo, and it was hard to choose between the dozens I snapped. Here’s the best of what I saw on June 21 as I walked to work, and later, when…

Here’s the best part of the end of a happy-sad week of remembering, celebrating, crying and hugging to honor my grandmother–I am still stuffed from grazing all day, each day on rotisserie chicken, HoneyBaked Ham, deviled eggs made with Hellman’s and plenty of mustard, the freshest of fruit salads, and every kind of cheese and…