Sue Woolfe

For a while the popular social activity was to join a book club, then once a month we would get together at someone’s house and spend a couple of hours talking about the book. But then people started having conflicts and not showing up. Next thing you know, it’s down to just one or two other people, and if you aren’t really friends with those few people, it gets easy to stop going.

I guess I need to find a new book club or maybe some other kind of club to develop a new hobby. Going home alone every night gets boring.

Have you heard about the free music online from a company called Spotify? It is like your own personal jukebox – you create playlists of your favorite songs and then listen to them on your PC or even your smartphone. That would be so cool! But when I went to their web site to sign up, I found out that it is not available to people who live in the U.S. Boo!

I think they mean it! Do you think they have actually heard all these excuses? Or do they just have teenagers in the house and are used to arguing?

When it gets so hot that your legs stick to the car seat on the drive home, you know its pool time. That’s the best thing bout living in an apartment or a condo – you have a pool waiting for you every night and on the weekends. I spend so much time at the pool that I had to buy a third bathing suit – and it was worth it.

Actually it was a dark, desert highway that begins the lyrics for the hit classic by the Eagles, “Hotel California.”

While listening to it, the next part makes sense, “cool wind in my hair.” But then the line, “warm smell of colitas . . .” and now I’m realizing I have no idea what are colitas?

So I looked it up, and it is a Mexican word that means “little tail,” which makes no sense. So, digging deeper, I finally found out that colitas is Mexican slang for pot, specifically the plant buds. So now I’ve been educated today.