Category Aging

Unilateral withdrawal

… But hoping for bilateral re-entry again by Christmas time. Thinking back to the surgery on the left hand a year ago April: at least for the first several days, I’ll have to keep my arm elevated to shoulder height…

Obsolete Children

Dr. Seuss published You’re Only Old Once in 1986, on his 82nd birthday. At the time, due to illness, he complained of having a social life consisting entirely of doctors. You can see and feel his amused disdain throughout the…

Aging Gracefully: Old Churches #2

  I did not take this image. Someone–a blog reader from long ago–sent it to me. The snapshot was underexposed, lacked saturation and depth. I could not resist tweaking it to bring out those qualities in Photoshop. The person who…

Handy Man

Just for the record: I am now officially glad I had surgery on my thumb. My first symptoms were in 2001. The problem persisted and worsened, so that for a couple of years now, I’ve been slipping button-up shirts over…

Nine years old this week

I am definitely slipping, when important dates come and go without notice, after making my way forward each year until now by gauging where I am by where and who I have been on any given date——one, five, or 20…

Still on the Cobbler’s Bench

Scuffed and worn by the weight and pace of getting by and getting there, luster long lost, barely recognizable against their former new out-of-the-box perfection, there’s nothing like a pair of aged old shoes the way we used to wear…

Losing It

I stepped out the back door yesterday mid-afternoon and as I typically do this time of year, I scanned the invisible column of space that rises in a hundred-foot-wide cylinder of the clearing in which our house sits nestled among…

To Vacation: A Lost Verb Reclaimed

Image via Wikipedia The skyline of New York City is fading in the blue haze, below and behind me, and I am headed home. Is it possible? I am pretty sure I just vacationed. For decades, when we took a…

…May Be Closer Than They Appear

Gary Larson’s Far Side animal caricatures have ruined me for life. I swear, the instant before I rounded the curve on this Floyd County back road, the cows were walking upright, leaning on fence posts, one or two smoking cigarettes,…

Bells of Autumn in the Distance

This image (click) of the lovely wear and fade of time will be calendar-coordinated soon, though the greens still dominate–at least from a distance. Up close, hardly a leaf remains unblemished, invaded by tiny colonies of fungus, giving up the…