Pedaling My Tush Off

/bobbe white/5.22.18/     While in St. Louis, my daughter-in-law, Jenna, treated me to Cycle Bar for spin class. I spin occasionally and do other cardio workouts, so I was certain I could hold up for 45 minutes. Walking Lily used to be cardio, but, seriously, how many 77 year olds do you know who… Continue reading Pedaling My Tush Off

“Gotcher raincoat?” my mom

/Bobbe White 4/5/18/ Most of my writing referenced Dad, be it customer service, strength or humor. It was safe to say that Mom lived in his shadow, but was no shrinking violet. I looked up shrinking violet: it means shy or timid. This was not my mother. Call her, “Quiet Steel.” Man, she was/is a strong… Continue reading “Gotcher raincoat?” my mom

Leave it to Irvie: Goes Out With a Giggle

It’s been quite a week around here, since Dad died February 22nd. In honor of the fact that he died on George Washington’s birthday, a profile picture which I thought looked a bit presidential is  featured. Also, before we go any further, I apologize that this post at least twice as long (or more) than… Continue reading Leave it to Irvie: Goes Out With a Giggle

Why I Gave Him the Finger

To those I’ve interrupted, “Guilty as charged”.   It’s recommended that we find our “third place” to write, do taxes, work, read, pay bills, think, study, sketch, paint, workout or meditate. I tried a Third Place on Sunday.   What and where is your third place?   It’s not home, or work.   It is… Continue reading Why I Gave Him the Finger

Puppygate: gauging aging.

 Bobbe White/1.13.18.      We have an unconventional method for gauging aging at the White house. It involves baby gates to keep Lily White, the black Lab, from roaming room to room. After reading, you’ll understand how gates experience aging cycles, not unlike humans.   For Puppy Lily, we used 24” gates. She never attempted… Continue reading Puppygate: gauging aging.

HaPpY dO yEaR!

Bobbe White   My extremely wise friend, Lisa Pemberton, says, “Ask not what are you doing, but ARE you doing?” She knows me well. If anything speaks my truth, this is it.   When our son, Nick, was a little pup, he’d ask many times a day, “Doing?” We would tell him, but he never… Continue reading HaPpY dO yEaR!

Get It, Girl

wtad.com/white pages/7.19.17 “When you know your why, you can endure anyhow.” John O’Leary     Last Tuesday was a difficult day, one of many, because that’s life.  There was the day we had to take Dad’s keys away. That was a doozy. Or maybe when we moved Dad into the Veterans Home – without Mom.… Continue reading Get It, Girl

Hair Day Goes to the Dogs

wtad.com/white pages/7.19.17 Bobbe White       Once a month is hair cut day, at 7:00 with Kris. That way, I always try to take the 7:00 A.M. slot – you know, FIFO: first in/first out. Plus, it’s quiet, as none of the other stylists or aestheticians schedule patients – I mean clients – that… Continue reading Hair Day Goes to the Dogs

To Nag, or Not To Nag?

wtad.com/white pages/6.22.17 Bobbe White Define nag: noun 1. annoy or irritate (a person) with persistent fault-finding or continuous urging. 2. horse especially : one that is old or in worn-out condition. Nag comes from Middle English nagge; akin to Dutch negge small horse. First known use: 15th century. In other words, women have been nagging… Continue reading To Nag, or Not To Nag?

On Losing Things and How to Find Them

WTAD-White Pages-6/15/17 Bobbe White Are you acquainted with the prayer to St. Anthony, the patron saint of all things lost? St. Anthony is currently the one praying…for a rest. He’s worked overtime for me lately. Those of you who have confused look on your face may not understand; St. Anthony is available to all faiths.… Continue reading On Losing Things and How to Find Them