I've been writing Reilly's End of the Day Stories for about 13 years, and going by the name Pat Reilly Harbo. Now, I'm writing Reilly's OTHER End of the Day Stories. Yesterday, a new friend who had read my first story on this site asked me who Reilly was. Well, I'll tell you. My maiden name is Reilly, and I'm proud of my Irish heritage, even though my Dad never told me much about it. I only knew that we were Irish, and our relatives were "from" Cleveland, Ohio. My parents ha

We traveled from Capitola on Thursday to Lafayette to stay with my sister Lorraine and her husband Bill so we would be rested enough to...

The first couple of months of 2025 were challenging for me. Doug has been having more trouble walking. Thank God, when I had knee surgery...

It always floors our friends when we tell them that we plant our tomatoes in November, soon after we arrive in Palm Springs. We each...

One of my favorite actors died the other day. Maggie Smith continued to amaze all of us with her sincere representation of characters...

Saturday was the first day of another fair-type event that I was hoping to go to with Doug. We had had a couple of calmer days, and after...

After 11 years of happy summers living at South Lake Tahoe, Doug was unable to adapt to the 6,200 foot elevation this Spring, and...

Way back in 1987, I heard that Ray Charles and the Raylettes were coming to perform at the Richmond Auditorium. That was really big news,...

Another one from the archives. Circa 2000   You might say that my ceramics teacher is strict. A studio potter herself, she always gives...

Written in 2000, this story is from what I'll call "The Archives". It was the first ever on my blog,     I've always wanted a Zen...

This is an account written way back in September of 2019. Pet dogs abound in Salcombe, a picturesque fishing and sailing village in...

Ever since our favorite priest, Father Oliver retired, from a church near to us in Nevada, we've followed him around like puppies, since...

This adventure has been forwarded from my other blog, Reilly's End of the Day Stories. In March of 2023, we left Palm Springs for the Bay...

We met in April 2002, when Doug was experiencing flashes and floaters in his eyes and I worked in the eye clinic at Kaiser, in Richmond...