Gramps Gets Night Cramps
I not uncommonly fall asleep on the love seat in the front room at bedtime, especially if the wood stove is glowing and radiating sleepiness into the darkness. As usual, last night I woke up after an hour or so,…
Category Aging
Diaspora: The Next Place
In the spring of 2019, we acknowledged that the time had come to relocate us from the wild to the tame. Or at least tamer–closer to town, less mowing and weed whacking and firewood toting and… That we would reach…
SomeWhere
And SomeWhen. Finding the pot of gold means a bit of good luck. And keeping your eyes open. And having a camera in your pocket 24 And stopping in the rain to step out of your car in the middle…
Reprise: Of Memories and Hopes and Golden Dreams
Once upon a time, there was a strange farmer of Erehwon. He gathered his curiosities, his precious things–momentary objects that held his attention and delight–and hoped others might wander down his lonesome road and share his fascination with the ordinary.…
Facing Downstream
One of the things I hope to reflect on in this would-be third book (that I sometimes think about and less often actually add material to) is the topic of aging, from a personal point of view of course. I took this…
A Solution for *CMS Disease
What th’ WHAT? The answer to writer’s block, I’m afraid. Trolling through the few images from the past month this is the one that was by far the most unusual. I confessed a few blog posts back (which at one…
Aging: The Challenges of the Back Nine
So: We started joking about “playing the back nine” when we turned 50. The half-century mark is no trivial milestone in our brief animation on Earth. After all, while it represents exactly HALF a century, actuarially speaking, the odds increase…
Longing: The South West Coast Trail
Totally opposed to my notion, nay my resolution–to use my time more wisely in the mornings, I once again found myself browsing at random by way of Google Earth. This is a lens on the planet through which I could…
Down in the Mouth
As a blogger over the years, I’ve generally avoided sharing the nuances of bodily state or machinations of marital war and peace. (If there are regular readers out there, even on a Friday, you’ll have already nailed me as a…
Old Dog, New Budget
So here we go, entering the Wonderful Water Park of Later Life, splashing and giggling down the slippery slope into the years of total immersion in Blessed Retirement. The faucet by which the hot tub of spendable dollars will fill…
Refugium
Refugium: an area where conditions have enabled a species or a community of species to survive after extinction in surrounding areas. An area in which a population of organisms can survive through a period of unfavorable conditions;  an area of relatively unaltered climate…
Maple, Dreaming
There lives this one tree to which I have bonded, this maple–outside the window over my desk, just beyond the green mailbox. It is deeply rooted in my life. It stands for all the trees in all the world, an object…
Fit After Fifty
Once, briefly, I agreed to help promote an ebook about fitness in later life. For one reason or another, that project’s business model never gained altitude. I found this bit, which I’d written for that project, and thought maybe there…
Time: The Doppler Effect
I’m still debriefing from the West Virginia trip that began almost two weeks ago. It was an anticipated event I watched on the calendar as it came closer and closer. It was briefly time under my own feet in the…