Category Archives: Aging

On Rereading FF

Posted on July 23, 2019 by sputterpub

I found a vintage Heinlein on the shelf, a yellowed paperback with tiny print. I pulled it down to entertain myself, and read 200 pages with a squint. I’ve recommended it to kids and friends without rereading what I loved … Continue reading →

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To 43

Posted on June 24, 2019 by sputterpub

My 30-something son is sick again. From flu or spoiled food he’s feeling sore. His wife is ailing too, but most the men we care about appear to suffer more. She asked me was he like this as a child? … Continue reading →

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If I Were Dead

Posted on June 20, 2019 by sputterpub

If I were dead, it wouldn’t be that odd. I’ve almost lived three score and ten right now. I’m old enough to meet whatever God arranged to follow life, of what and how and never why. I wouldn’t be that … Continue reading →

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Backache

Posted on June 17, 2019 by sputterpub

I tweaked my lower back. I felt the ache when I got out of bed at half past six. I’d taken while away from home a break of nearly sixteen weeks. I guess the disk required more protection at this … Continue reading →

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Mid-Day Commute

Posted on June 13, 2019 by sputterpub

I walked to Rockridge BART the long way round, and bought two bags of apricots en route. I shopped for salad and I also found some time for body lotion. Armed with fruit and cream and greens, I caught a … Continue reading →

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Skin

Posted on May 23, 2019 by sputterpub

The more I read, the more I learn the lies my cohort fed on, childhood to youth, and through advancing age. It’s with surprise I start to love nutrition’s fatty truth and gape at facts about our insulin long-known and … Continue reading →

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Calluses

Posted on May 21, 2019 by sputterpub

I’m six weeks homeless though I have a bed. A dear companion chose to shelter me throughout my big remodel. So instead of customed comforts, naked privacy, and writing space, I watch her TV shows and talk at times I … Continue reading →

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Enervation

Posted on May 9, 2019 by sputterpub

I’m suddenly too tired to be smart in spite of all the coffee I’ve imbibed. I feel too weak and vigorless to start a project half as big as mine’s described. Like when I drank too much, at 34, and … Continue reading →

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Three Score and Nine

Posted on January 14, 2019 by sputterpub

It feels like I should write a poem today and savor it, along with nuts and wine and cheesecake. I’ll select some words to say here’s something for attaining 69. Of course I never contemplated this advancing to an age … Continue reading →

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A Postage Stamp

Posted on January 7, 2019 by sputterpub

I can’t remember when I last acquired a postage stamp. I used the Pitney Bowes the office leased, but now I’m near-retired, and rarely am I where the red ink flows. I paid my tax on property within the deadline, … Continue reading →

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