Category Archives: Aging

The Napping Chair

Posted on August 4, 2020 by sputterpub

At last I own the perfect napping chair. It took a lifetime to acquire this upholstered seat abutting shaded air affording back support and ankle bliss. The view from it is manna for my eyes, although its comfort bids my … Continue reading →

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Oxygen

Posted on July 30, 2020 by sputterpub

I recognize a cultural motif concerning breathing. Millions have awoke to knees-on-necks and choke holds, and the grief of systematic bias. Victims spoke forever who were muzzled and unheard, now constrained to orate through a mask. Compromised by virus or … Continue reading →

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Disagreement

Posted on July 29, 2020 by sputterpub

I seldom take prescription medicine, but after recent implant surgery (tooth number 4, for core titanium), the dentist wrote up pain relief and more. A 10-day course has been my regimen of purple/pink Amoxicillin caps. And I was well at … Continue reading →

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Benign Neglect

Posted on July 23, 2020 by sputterpub

My garden attitude’s benign neglect; I never went for soil on my hands or stooping. I’m so old my neck is wrecked from telephones and tension – I don’t need to stress my knees and back as I’d expect if … Continue reading →

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PseudoStops

Posted on July 19, 2020 by sputterpub

I seldom see the good in boundaries; I tend to play at work and work at play. I set a goal, approach it by degrees, but when it’s reached it doesn’t go away. Some friends I love and honor lack … Continue reading →

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Generating

Posted on July 18, 2020 by sputterpub

I feel I owe the kids apology: we meant to change the world in ‘68. Somehow my cohort lost its energy; we settled in for goods instead of great. Apparently the time was wrong for us. We marched and rioted, … Continue reading →

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To Sleep

Posted on July 15, 2020 by sputterpub

I think I like to sleep, but I’m not there to judge; it’s only as I start to fall to slumber, that I’m comfortably aware my latest thoughts are what I can’t recall. As I relax, I set my hands … Continue reading →

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The Last Time I Die

Posted on July 9, 2020 by sputterpub

I doubt my death will be a pretty sight; I’ve lived too long to make a lovely corpse. Most likely I’ll be in a bed, and might be looking like the sort of beast that warps a grandson’s dream to … Continue reading →

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Tunnel Vision

Posted on April 8, 2020 by sputterpub

My best friend’s friend, a woman known to thrive until this year’s retirement, declares that everyone she knows past sixty-five has lost at least a little brain. She swears it looking husband-ward, at hers and those of half a dozen … Continue reading →

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Delayed Indignation

Posted on April 6, 2020 by sputterpub

I never was submissive, but my aunts and mom and girlfriends acted lady-like. Without insisting that I wear the pants, I power-grabbed and never tried to psych myself into compliant frame of mind. “Who says?” was like an axiom to … Continue reading →

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