Category Archives: Aging

Back on Bike

Posted on December 3, 2021 by sputterpub

On Monday I resumed home exercise.My traveling imposed a 5-day pause,right after illness forced a week’s demisein fitness maintenance by morning laws.I roused myself to start again, becauseit pays me compound dividends to pushand stretch and minimize the flawsthat aging … Continue reading →

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The Cuff

Posted on December 1, 2021 by sputterpub

She said it isn’t hypertension yet,but maybe I should purchase my own cuff.And I postponed but I did not forget –I figured it was on my mind enoughI didn’t need to measure, and abetmy bit of nagging worry. That was … Continue reading →

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Rain Plane Huitain

Posted on November 30, 2021 by sputterpub

Communication problems slowed me down.I tried complying, but I failed to getthe TSA instructions— did he frownbehind his mask? But even so, he letme pass (Express), and then I didn’t setcomputer gear apart. But here’s the plane.I’m old and not … Continue reading →

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Personal Magic

Posted on November 19, 2021 by sputterpub

600 days before I caught a cold,which took me down a peg for near a week,but I’m recovered now it’s time to holdmyself accountable, and exercise.I’m coming back improved, determined, boldenough to see a future healthily.Apparently the signs can be … Continue reading →

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Return to Coffee

Posted on November 18, 2021 by sputterpub

Now coffee’s back in hand and appetite.For days it put me off – though hot and black,my morning nectar wasn’t tasting right.Now coffee’s back. I’m old and hypertension could attackmy health. I thought I’d cut caffeine to fightthe creeping weakness … Continue reading →

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The Fixer’s Future

Posted on November 12, 2021 by sputterpub

The mother was a fixer all her life,who taught her little girl to people-watchfor make-overs, and labor as a wiferepairing every incidental botch.She’d walk into a room and redesignin mind the furniture and color scheme.Maintaining that she couldn’t draw a … Continue reading →

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Comprising Three People

Posted on November 11, 2021 by sputterpub

I shuffle in the morning when I rise.My skeleton is creaky, and my faceis like my father’s just before demise.I take in coffee, puzzles and some words,and then I’m capable of exercise,which stirs a bout of youth-like energyuntil late afternoon, … Continue reading →

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The Good M.D.

Posted on November 8, 2021 by sputterpub

I guess nobody wants to see the doc,but my aversion stems from an extremeexperience when I was five. The shockstayed with me, reinforced into a themeof error, disrespect, and mindless scheme.But I went in today, and all was nice.The treatment … Continue reading →

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Where the Boys Are

Posted on November 5, 2021 by sputterpub

I passed them passing Bibles out to folkswho crossed their path to get to class by 10 –a line of old white men. They didn’t coaxreceipt – they didn’t preach or say Amen.They didn’t seem upset to be ignored.I marveled … Continue reading →

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Recording

Posted on October 30, 2021 by sputterpub

Committed to remembering my timeof consciousness, I’ve told my tales for years.I’ve noted little episodes in rhyme,and often journalized. I don’t have fearsof Alzeimer’s – my memory’s sublimeand durable, or so it still appears.But lately I’ll admit I’ve contemplatedperhaps true … Continue reading →

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