Category Archives: Aging

Cold

Posted on December 9, 2019 by sputterpub

There seems to be something about growing old, or maybe I’ve lost too much fat, but mornings and evenings I’m feeling so cold, I’m wearing a sweater and hat.

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A Great Age

Posted on December 4, 2019 by sputterpub

The vet described my dog’s old age as “great” when she surpassed her breed’s expected span. He used the adjective to designate immensity instead of good or grand. Likewise your age is great at 94, although you seem to hate … Continue reading →

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Mostly (A Silent Reading)

Posted on November 26, 2019 by sputterpub

I feel too fortunate to list aloud the goods I have around me now I’m old: my little Berkeley cottage with its crowd of friendly skunks and possums, and the bold intelligence of crows; my offspring fledged to full careers, … Continue reading →

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Senescence

Posted on October 31, 2019 by sputterpub

Like reaching for a smoke after you quit, like crossing knee-on-knee inviting pain but helplessly habitual, it’s fit that I should miss you, even though disdain and criticism are the strokes you gave me growing up and aging with you … Continue reading →

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The Ugly Ride

Posted on October 28, 2019 by sputterpub

It’s true the bus is short and takes a route less popular than others near my place, and I was riding outside the commute hours, but noting every boarding face, it struck me how unhandsome and unfit my fellow passengers … Continue reading →

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Psomiphobia

Posted on October 24, 2019 by sputterpub

Avoiding bread, I never meant to claim the staff of life is poison or impure. I’m eating keto rolls, but all the same I think the bread’s the lesser taste – I’m sure to like the tuna salad, boiled eggs, … Continue reading →

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Slowbility

Posted on October 22, 2019 by sputterpub

I think I get more patient as I age. I’ve gained perspective through the mounting years. But sometimes I’m consumed with inner rage at visible unfitness in my peers. I see the signs of metabolic waste, ungainly fat that pools … Continue reading →

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Remissions

Posted on October 21, 2019 by sputterpub

I think my left side’s starting to improve: the neck and hip have ceased their creaky ways; the ankle isn’t painful when I move; I’m lately liking biking most the days. My upper arm and shoulder yet complain; it hurts … Continue reading →

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Leisure

Posted on October 18, 2019 by sputterpub

All of a sudden I seem to have hours to spare. But that’s a delusion – I always had leisure, in fact. I just used to smoke more and play more TriPeaks solitaire (and FreeCell and Klondike, if history should … Continue reading →

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The Age of Heroes

Posted on October 17, 2019 by sputterpub

He burns to be a hero asphalt-sure. She longs to make her own existence count. They crave experience. They host impure impulsiveness while consequences mount, and vacillate from arrogance to blame, too hip to learn, too negative to stride. They’ll … Continue reading →

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