Category Archives: Aging

Old Cold Comfort

Posted on January 3, 2019 by sputterpub

When I was young, I liked the dark and cold of winter and of midnight. I rebelled about the sun/moon symbolism told in classics, and I often felt compelled to ram my views against tradition’s wall. I thought I was … Continue reading →

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Luck

Posted on November 6, 2018 by sputterpub

Lucky in long life means you’ll spend most of your time dwelling in old age

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Movement

Posted on August 27, 2018 by sputterpub

When I was 12 years old my legs got weird. They itched whenever I stood still at length. A mottled rash on knees and calves appeared, and though they never lacked accustomed strength, I fretted and discussed it with my … Continue reading →

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Early August

Posted on August 14, 2018 by sputterpub

The sunshine doesn’t strike the roof till 8, but white infills the skylight glass at 6. Through lids my eyes see day, and then the state of sleep departs; I stretch to spinal cricks and move to coffee, email, online … Continue reading →

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Not Dead Yet

Posted on August 6, 2018 by sputterpub

Six weeks ago I wrenched my lower back. I’m happy to announce, as of today I feel recovered from that deep attack, and though some time was spent in pain, dismay and grouchiness, at least at last I healed. My … Continue reading →

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The Rise of Ignorance

Posted on August 2, 2018 by sputterpub

Deliberately I choose to walk to BART. The news makes me feel headachy and tense. I figure something on my way will start me laughing or at least deflect. Defense against reality by exercise and air: I’ll breathe in depth … Continue reading →

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Dowager

Posted on July 10, 2018 by sputterpub

I never thought my mother’d be alive this long, the way the woman used to smoke. She’s slowing down at 90, but she’ll drive her car to stores nearby, until the stroke of 3 when the commuters clog the streets. … Continue reading →

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Bad Driver

Posted on July 9, 2018 by sputterpub

You’ve always been unfocused when you drive. It can’t be blamed on age or your disease. The wonder is you’ve managed to survive with jerky hands and eyes. Activities requiring close attention never suit your empathetic gifts for social good. … Continue reading →

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The Fifth Wheel

Posted on July 5, 2018 by sputterpub

The oldest kid, the only girl, the black sheep in her family of origin, she early learned to be alone. In fact she liked her solitude – she could begin a poem, reread a book, design some clothes for paper … Continue reading →

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The Cold

Posted on June 26, 2018 by sputterpub

Two weeks ago I caught a simple cold and carried it to Portland in my chest. I didn’t think it much, but now I’m old enough to feel a wreck and need more rest than I arranged. Compounding as a … Continue reading →

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