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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…notes from the dark side of overabundance

It's doubtful anyone who knows my family would associate our surname with minimalism.  I know I'm bucking the tide, but it's a way of life that appeals to me more and more. I'm a fan of Joshua Becker's, Becoming Minimalist, website.  He's practical and inspiring.  I didn't care for her book, but watched every episode …

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the case for sensible shoes… and freedom

My mother is struggling to find comfortable shoes.  Therefore, I am struggling to help her find comfortable shoes.  Sore feet do not make for happy people.  And we need to find some happy around here! She finds shoes in catalogs.  I order them online.  We go shopping once a week and come home with more.  Sometimes …

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encouragement to grow on

One advantage of having your parents live with you is tapping into their memories.  And your mother's photo album. These are my grandparents, Dan and Gladys, holding my mom.  So this must have been 1927-ish. It's fun to see my grandmother standing on the California beach where I grew up, sporting a bathing suit.  Might have been a …

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Solid Footing

Some days the ground must feel like sand or mud or sludge to you.  Your feet shuffle and stumble and stub up against things. Some days you ask me if you need permission to go outside, or if there's a sign-out list, or who it is you need to pay for breakfast. I know you rarely remember, but you used to take …

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Finishing Things

My Sunday Post is almost a Monday post. In fact, I'm trying to talk myself out of posting at all.  But I will not listen to that voice any more. Last Thursday we made another two-hour trip to the dentist.  Three trips in three weeks.  But this time, since Doug wasn't under the influence of pain killers or bleeding …

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A Tale of Two Teeth

A long, long time ago, in a place far away, I married this great smile. Somewhere during the 2nd or 3rd year of "for better or for worse", and because of a night out playing ice hockey with the guys, it morphed into this toothless version. Over the years an interesting variety of bridges and "flippers" and …

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