Category Archives: Aging

Repetitive Motions

Posted on October 1, 2019 by sputterpub

Experiencing minor chronic pain I’d calibrate if asked at three point five, I won’t consult a doctor or complain, considering how long I’ve been alive – perhaps the symptom’s age-appropriate. For though I have a parent living yet, and even … Continue reading →

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Keto Kitchen Kounter

Posted on September 9, 2019 by sputterpub

When I moved back, my discipline did not. It wasn’t that I craved the bread, desserts, or Triscuits. I can’t say that I forgot how sugar’s toxic, carbohydrate hurts, and all digestive systems need a break. It’s more like I … Continue reading →

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The Dope Tray

Posted on September 5, 2019 by sputterpub

Two score and seven years ago, a tray of Norse design as wedding gift we got. We didn’t choose to entertain that way; we used the dish to clean and hold our pot. The giver was my brother’s college friend. … Continue reading →

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Morning Strategy

Posted on September 2, 2019 by sputterpub

A score of years ago a friend told me, responding to my marveling how fit her husband was, four years past seventy and twenty-eight our senior: “Oh, he lit upon a method to maintain his powers. The first thing every … Continue reading →

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Recordings

Posted on August 27, 2019 by sputterpub

Of late I’ve started sampling old CDs (I own a working player and a crate of purchased music decades old). Some please enough to keep and some are second-rate about to go, but all induce in me nostalgic habits corny … Continue reading →

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The Door Handle

Posted on August 22, 2019 by sputterpub

Invited to a lunch I couldn’t duck, I thought I’d make the transit nice for me. I’d stroll to BART and ride, and then I’d tuck another walk in the vicinity of San Francisco Bay. So I made use of … Continue reading →

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Not Neuro

Posted on August 19, 2019 by sputterpub

Perambulating, sometimes I ignore the views I’m walking through. I organize my errands, screen a daydream, focus more inside than on the scenes before my eyes. Returning to what’s present, I’ve been known to wonder where I’ve wandered. I forgot … Continue reading →

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Yellow Roses

Posted on August 12, 2019 by sputterpub

Some things I seldom do I did last week. It started Tuesday morning, I believe. I hurt my back with five-pound weights – I speak of that not much or loudly, trying not to grieve about surprises aging throws at … Continue reading →

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Fear of Irony

Posted on August 8, 2019 by sputterpub

I used to know a guy who spoke so well he could have been a new Demosthenes, until his brain misfired – like a spell, he lost his speech in agonized degrees. My children’s dad was always into sound – … Continue reading →

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Necked

Posted on August 5, 2019 by sputterpub

At least a score of years ago, I heard I’ve osteo-arthritis near my neck. I tend to clench; I took them at their word, attended therapy, and felt the wreck of nape and jawline start to ease a bit. I … Continue reading →

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