Category Archives: Aging

Hard Ass

Posted on September 27, 2017 by sputterpub

“You never know what you’re going to do, until you’re confronted with the situation.” How many times has Del heard this? Why do so many people say it? In Del’s case, and in that of some others, it just isn’t … Continue reading →

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Wasted Worry

Posted on September 14, 2017 by sputterpub

I lived a half a year past 66 and called my age the number of the beast. The digits made 18 (mathematic tricks), and that’s the Chai denoting life, at least. Numerical coincidence aside, the fact is I’ve lived long … Continue reading →

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Apropos

Posted on September 11, 2017 by sputterpub

I’m never age appropriate. I’ve had a wayward brain, eccentric attitude, as long as I recall. I wasn’t bad in deed or thought, but teachers called me rude for asking natural questions, and my dad admonished me for lack of … Continue reading →

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Cognitive Order

Posted on September 8, 2017 by sputterpub

If life is information and a game of zero sum, I think I’ve won enough. Amassing goods before they had a name, awash in blessings and with too much stuff, it’s time for me to lose. I’ll place myself in … Continue reading →

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HAY?

Posted on August 29, 2017 by sputterpub

I like to answer questions. I won’t duck a query, and I never “just because.” But yesterday I had a what-the-fuck occasion, when my daughter made me pause. “So how are you?” she asked. It’s been a while, and I … Continue reading →

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The New Job

Posted on August 24, 2017 by sputterpub

Transitioning to new devices, shook and catalyzed by this environment, I’m modulating since I undertook a two-day pull from my retirement. Now I commute an unfamiliar route, and stay where I don’t live, and spend the day with novelty. I … Continue reading →

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Room Temperature

Posted on August 21, 2017 by sputterpub

Progressing with deletion for two years, deriving only added good from less, concluding fats are better than my fears, and feeling strong’s addictive, I confess I hadn’t thought of adding stuff instead. I knew I understood the regimen. So I … Continue reading →

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Elbow Room

Posted on August 18, 2017 by sputterpub

My days are changing rapidly. Routines begun when I was young and multi-tasked, refined in middle age, are not the means to any end for which I planned or asked. It used to be, I kept a list of goals … Continue reading →

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Matt’s Mind

Posted on August 16, 2017 by sputterpub

When the phone rang at 8:30 last Thursday night, Del hesitated before answering. She was tired; she didn’t want to talk to anyone. Her mother is nearly 92 and Del would definitely speak to her, but the caller ID on … Continue reading →

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MM

Posted on August 15, 2017 by sputterpub

Invited to retrace our steps, the lane of memory unfurled before my eyes. I read the words of he who would attain the vision of his Lord. He testifies with palms upheld, with capitals for nouns. Engaging Reason to bring … Continue reading →

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