Two incidents came into view this week that concern our cultural perceptions of aging, behavior, and limitations. Both stories were meant to be humorous examples of old people acting inappropriately. But who decides the definition of “old,” and who decides what is inappropriate? The first story was in the Minneapolis Star Tribune newspaper under the “News of the Weird” column…. Read More
Flip flops…
My husband was watching me as we walked Booker this morning. It was an unusually warm morning for October and I was wearing flip flops. Part of me wanted to pretend it was still summer, but the other part of me was being lazy. It’s easier to slide on flip flops than to put on socks and shoes. Oh, the… Read More
The beard of wonder…
Booker, in the midst of an exuberant puppy leap, tackled a milkweed plant. The plant’s pod, which had been swaying in the breeze, burst open and released its fluffy down-like seeds to the world. Booker pounced again, took a bite, and shook his head in a killing frenzy. When he lifted his face it looked like he had a white… Read More
Hat trick…
My husband and I were driving Booker to the paved trail near town for a good run. Now, before you get all snippy and say, “Why didn’t you just run him to the trail?” I’ll just say we live miles from the trail and it would require going through traffic situations we don’t care to bring a dog through on… Read More
Ready, set, stay!
A reader asked me to write about the end of life paperwork my husband has been getting together “just in case.” Here are some of the general items we have lined up to make the surviving spouse’s situation a bit easier: There is a list of names, addresses, and contact numbers. Somebody will need to get in touch with… Read More
The jean wiggle…
I don’t know about other women, but I tend to decide where I’m at on the chubby scale by how my clothes fit. I refuse to step on the actual scale and actually know what I weigh because I don’t want certain numbers flitting around in my head causing pain and guilt. Hey, it’s my reality! Today I pulled out… Read More
Deer Crossing…
One of my teachers told a story in class that has meaning to me. My teacher’s friend—I’ll call her Ann—was testing the faith waters. Ann felt somewhat alone in this world, and scoffed at the notion of a greater power interacting with her life. “If there is someone out there show me a sign and I’ll believe,” she said. “I’m… Read More
Roses aren’t always red…
I walked through the living room many times today and felt a warm glow each time. Nope, I wasn’t having hot flashes. (Well I was, but that wasn’t the reason.) My smile-a-minute feelings are because my son gave me a bouquet of flowers. The vase sits on my coffee table and catches my eye with creamy fuchsia rimmed roses, deep… Read More
Glass half empty?
My husband and I were discussing the passage of time the other day as we walked Booker. We agreed that there comes a moment of jolting revelation—you realize you have lived more days than you probably have left—that alters one’s thinking. Of course nobody knows how much time they have on this earth, and the common sense approach is to… Read More
Dishwasher Demons…
It started with a weird sound. Instead of the background thrum the dishwasher usually made as it lightened my daily task, I heard a harsher mechanical sound. Imagine a grinding angry sound instead of a happy hum, and you’re close. Hmmm. A few days later, although the dishes were still coming out clean, I noticed the dishwasher was not fully… Read More
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