A Goodbye To Savor

A tribute I wrote to my beloved grocery store appeared in today’s Chronicle, in its own special section with a touching illustration. I added the photos below for extra flavor.



Calendar Conundrum

This year I received eight calendars in the mail. Eight for 2018. I’m keeping two, including one from my delightful pen pal. You do the math–that leaves six. I have a calendar conundrum, and my New Year’s Resolution is to figure out what to do with my many calendars.  Anyone feeling calendar-deprived? I am willing to share my calendar wealth. Or if you have other bright ideas, please drop me a line or a date to insert into my calendar. Happy New Year!


A Sticky Situation

My  tape dispenser broke, and my tape stuck to the roll. It is impossible to get it flowing again. My current challenge made me recall how worse it could be, and I thought I’d share this via my former Red Room blog:

Thank You For Your Concern

Thank you to everyone who sent emails, wrote longhand, wrote shorthand, called, visited, brought food, and did my laundry. I appreciated your sympathy pertaining to my recent loss~that of my Scotch tape. To those of you who made donations in its name to 3M, I thank you for your generosity.

Thank you for asking about my well being in its absence.

It’s been a rough couple of weeks. But. I am managing. Somehow. I’ve been scrounging around for stickers as well as for the white skinny strips that border stamps, the ones looking like they’ve been nibbled on, after the stamp has eloped with an envelope. I am starting to feel better. Hope is in sight, even when my tape remains out of sight.

The other night I dreamed I found it.

You can imagine my excitement.

I dreamed it was in my recycle.

Since I often have ESP, clairvoyance, clairaudience, premonitions, and psychic dreams, I was confident it was a Sign.

It was not.

Nevertheless, I believe it will show up. I have faith.

Any moment now.

In the meanwhile, I am pleased to announce, and hope that you’ll join me in welcoming (drum roll, please), its replacement. Not name brand Scotch tape.

Been there. Done that.

Not Mystik tape, measuring tape, or masking tape. Not ticker tape, adhesive tape, or cellophane.

But a poser. A bonafide poser. Which I located lolling about in the stationery aisle at a $1 store.

It was going nowhere till I came along.

Stationary stationery supply.

Perhaps it was even meditating, wishing for someone to come along and take it home. That someone was I.

We already have become the best of friends, especially because it goes to greater lengths than that of its predecessor. That is to say, it has stick-to-itiveness.

But if its predecessor happens to read this, I’ll have a sticky situation on my hands.