The Kitty Cat Caper

It’s 11:30 p.m. and I won’t be sleeping anytime soon. My adrenaline is surging like a spewing fire hydrant. That’s because I just got home from stealing 4 cats with Loretta, my partner in crime.

woman hiding

Loretta won’t let me take her photo so this will have to do

Now don’t get me wrong. I’m not normally a cat snatcher. I’m more a cat trapper…as in trapping feral cats for sterilization. Tonight, however, was different.

Marin Friends of Ferals has relocated over 500 un-adoptable cats to act as mousers that also receive daily food and water. Only 4 times we’ve had to retrieve them for inadequate care. (Read The Great Escape for another cat caper I chronicled.) Tonight’s snatch was equally exhilarating. Except last time we didn’t get caught. Continue reading

A Leap of Faith

This post was written a few years back, so long ago you know you don’t remember it, do you? That’s okay. My memory sucks too. So this will be just like new to  you (and me!).

While my three friends and I huddled on the cold steel floor of the single engine Cessna, I struggled to remember what possessed me to want to hurl myself from an airborne metal tube.

Now don’t get me wrong; I’m not crazy. At least I think I’m not. But still, I seriously questioned my sanity while checking my parachute pack for the tenth time. My curiosity was not based on its technical construction but simply to confirm that it was still on my back. Continue reading

Only in Texas

I’ve visited 20 states so far in my 61 years. Eventually, I hope to see most of them. Well, all except for Michigan and Wisconsin. I’ve crossed them off my list for certain recent events. But never mind that now. Let bygones be bygones, right? Besides, moving to Canada is out of the question; I’m not fond of cold weather and I don’t understand ice hockey. But let’s continue, shall we?


No thank you

My point is, little did I know I’d visit a particular state WAY more than I ever imagined. That would be Texas, y’all. Now don’t get me wrong. I have nothing against the place, exactly. It’s actually an interesting, often beautiful and entertaining state. But there’s only one reason I’ve gone there so often — one of my besties, Sharon, lives there.


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The Big Apple

nycFive friends and I just returned from New York. Three of them had never been so we took 6 days and did every touristy thing imaginable. We rose early and didn’t hit the sack until early the next morning. I’m now home sick (not to be mistaken with homesick). So if this blog makes no sense, there you go.

I won’t bore you with all the places we went and things we did, but trust me, we did it all and saw it all. Instead I’ll tell you the good and the bad of what happens when 6 women travel together for 6 days.

From left: Sharon, Patty, Janet, Sue, Pam, Karen

From left: Sharon, Patty, Me, Sue, Pam, Karen

We started splendidly, getting to SFO in plenty of time. Already a victory with 6 women, wouldn’t you say? When we noticed our boarding passes said TSA pre-approved, we high-fived our luck, knowing we’d pass quickly through security. I did, however, somehow manage to misplace mine between checking in and the security gate. (Found it.)

Anyhow, we stayed in Brooklyn in a family-oriented community called Carroll Gardens where Brownstones line streets framed with beautiful old trees.

Our Brownstone

In front of our rental

Our first meal in Brooklyn was rather late so when we got to the restaurant, they were out of most menu items. Pam ended up with tomato soup we’re pretty certain was a cup of spaghetti out to dinner

The next day we headed for the World Trade Center but before we reached the subway, Sue realized she forgot her scarf. We waited while she ran back for it. Once she joined us again, she discovered she’d forgotten her purse. And they say I’m the one who forgets things.

World Trade Center Memorial Fountain

World Trade Center Memorial Fountain

Anxious to try New York’s famous Cronut (croissant-doughnut pastry), we visited Dominique Ansel Bakery. Our opinion? Save the calories for a Serendipity Sundae as big as your head.

Cronuts, among other goodies. And yes, we at them all

Cronuts, among other goodies. And yes, we ate them all

A Serendipity sundae

A Serendipity sundae

nyc serendipity Sisters Patty and Karen will talk to a wall, so on our subway rides they became best friends with anyone sitting near them, from gangster-looking fellows to elderly ladies. People on subways tend to keep to themselves; there’s little talking. But not whenever we boarded a train. We conversed with everyone around us. Seems a simple smile and hello go a long way, even on a New York subway.

Waiting for the subway

Waiting for the subway

We actually found New Yorker’s to be very friendly. Maybe they took pity on us obvious tourists with our map. Everyone we encountered was pleasant except for the owner of a bakery in Brooklyn. He was like the soup Nazi from the Seinfeld program. He was so rude I thought he was joking. But no.soup naziGoing home, we hired a driver to take us and our boatload of luggage to the airport. Felix was awesome and got us there with time to spare. Then we realized Karen’s luggage wasn’t in the car. Holy crap.

Felix drove back for it with our promise to make it worth his while. But he narrowly missed the cutoff to check luggage, so Patty stayed with Karen and they took a later flight home. They didn’t get in until 2:30 a.m., 7 1/2 hours after our scheduled arrival.

Us abandoning Patty and Karen at JFK

Us abandoning Patty and Karen at JFK

We, on the other hand, didn’t have it much better. President Obama was at SFO so we were stuck in the plane on the tarmac for 3 extra hours. I almost regretted voting for him.

Damn Obama

Guess I’ll watch my fourth movie

All told, we took planes, trains, automobiles and a boat. We spent 146 hours together and shared a home with only 1 1/2 baths for 6 women. We walked 56 miles, eating, drinking and sightseeing our way through Manhattan. And best of all?

We returned home not hating each other one single bit.

NYC backdrop

NYC backdrop

Empire State Building

Empire State Building

Times Square

Times Square

No Place Like Home

Okay, so I slacked off this past week. I went on vacation with 5 girlfriends and ignored my laptop. Hey, can you blame me? But I’m not leaving you high and dry. What does that saying mean, anyway? So I decided to re-post one of my previous blogs which is similar to what next week’s blog will feature. Except it will be entirely different. Confused? I know how short some people’s attention spans are (not that yours is) and I’d hate to make that awful mistake of boring you with redundant material. Only I’m doing that this week, aren’t I? Hum…you have a point there. In that case, I’m relying on your poor memory not to recall this February 2013 blog. So sit back, relax, get your cup-o-joe, maybe a nice danish and enjoy No Place Like Home.