the perspective of time

Just as Doug and I were adjusting to freedom and the ability to come and go as we pleased after Mom died, the corona virus shut us down.  Plans we are making for our future look a little fuzzy today.  They're still out there, we just can't define the how and when. My daily routine …

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preparing for what you don’t know…

About a decade ago I packed this duffel bag.  My 72-hour kit.  I was attending a CERT (Community Emergency Response Team) class, and had to bring it in on the last day.  It was so big, so heavy that I dragged it in.  Just as I tend to over think things, I typically over prepare.  …

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the age of reality… one last thing

Actually, a couple last things.  I'm ready to move on from this exploration of turning 70, but first, in no particular order............ SUGAR IS THE DEVIL -  My son used to say "women are the devil", but since he married one and they gave birth to one, I'm assuming he got over that misconception.  But …

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the age of reality… be ready, not desperate

To hope means to be ready at every moment for that which is not yet born, and yet not become desperate if there is no birth in our lifetime.   Emily Dickinson One son lives on the east side of the country with his family.  Three sons and their families live two hours (give or take) …

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the age of reality… on becoming 70

I think I can talk about this now. I actually googled "how to be 70".  Before I could type in the whole question, my words automatically populated the field. I am not the only one who has asked this on the internet! A lengthy list of links appeared.  The first was an article from AARP's …

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there is more

There's a reason I'd never be a good reporter or travel writer. It's because I am a slow processor.  I'm a ponderer.  A million sights, sounds and experiences mill around in my head.  They marinate there until they can be processed through the heart and out onto paper (or screen). I planned to blog on …

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the day after… plus a week

It was a very good thing to have a place to go that morning.  The presidential election had robbed me of sleep but I didn't want to keep looking at the blood bath on social media.  Besides, I wanted to see if the real world was still out there.  According to news reports, life was …

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