Category Archives: growing old
My World. Simple As That.
As I look back on my life, the successes and failures, it is safe to say that I should have paid more attention to my family and less attention to work and the selfish part of me. It is only … Continue reading
I’ve Been Lately Thinkin’
The first days of 2022 have already presented me with some curve balls, none of which on their own would probably even rate a mention, but when they start to pile up, my soul joins my body being tired. I … Continue reading
The Struggle Is Real
After nearly fifty years of marriage a couple was lying in bed one evening, when the wife felt her husband begin to massage her in ways he hadn’t in quite some time. It almost tickled as his fingers started at … Continue reading
The Struggle Is Real
“You know you’re getting older when you randomly think of someone from the past and instead of “I wonder what they are doing these days?” It’s “I wonder if they are still alive?” HT to Jamie @PyJamieParty
Thinking … Too Much
I just heard that there are only 365 shopping days until Christmas (2020 is a leap year). Swell. Christmas seemed different this year. It was a great day, but it was different. We weren’t running around from place to place … Continue reading
Home Again
Earlier this evening I returned from a 5-day sojourn up to visit my parents in New Jersey. Today’s drive lasted exactly 13 hours, (0700-2000) which is almost two hours longer than normal. Dad is dealing with some pretty serious health … Continue reading
Old Numbers
And so it goes as we age. 60 may be the new 40, but 9:00 is the new midnight! I finally got 8 hours of sleep. It took me 3 nights, but whatever. It still beats the alternative.
Friday, 5pm Thoughts
Another week concluding with another Friday. The end before another beginning. Seven days closer to assuming room temperature. Thoughts swirl, questions center on dashed hopes. Haunted by the questions at 0300. Building bridges to places that don’t exist and probably … Continue reading
Wanna Start Over?
Anyone else ever have this thought? I am pretty sure I’m not the only one battling middle age who has pondered this. Then again, it is a very different world from 1974. If you were like me, (58), you might … Continue reading
One Of Many
Forgetting is another benefit of growing older. I guess, but still . . . The problem is that I forget to bring my planner with me.