Tag Archives: Aging

A Meeting with the Care Team

Posted on May 13, 2021 by sputterpub

Today’s a new experience for me.I’ve been so fortunate to reach this agewithout till now the grim necessityto meet a team about a loved one’s care.At 2 p.m. my bro and I will seethe therapists and docs who treat our … Continue reading →

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Calling All Cousins

Posted on May 8, 2021 by sputterpub

My parents were the youngest of their sibs.My dad had older sisters (numbered four).For Mom there’s near nine years between the cribsher sister and herself were put in. SureI have some cousins, but they’re all those yearsahead of what my … Continue reading →

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Mondays

Posted on May 3, 2021 by sputterpub

I’m starting to like Mondays once again.When I was young, five days a week I’d gocommuting to my office, working. ThenI took to taking Mondays to bestowselected time on me, instead of kidsand client work. At first I had a … Continue reading →

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Home Alone

Posted on April 17, 2021 by sputterpub

I haven’t got a thing I want to say.I can’t imagine any companythat might inspire me to talk today,although I diagnose no lethargyor sadness, for my health and sanityappear as well as normal. I don’t moanand can’t complain of any … Continue reading →

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Dry Winter

Posted on April 15, 2021 by sputterpub

I can’t control the weather or the sea.I’m powerless to stop the viral spread.My loved ones act like they’re ignoring me,so self-esteem is found in my own head.I’m old enough I don’t bemoan. Instead,accepting drought and doom, I damp my … Continue reading →

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Skipping

Posted on April 12, 2021 by sputterpub

I skipped two days of morning exercise,for Saturday I played at toddler stuff,and Sunday’s when I like to rest my thighsand calves. My aging body gets enoughon weekdays now – this year’s routine suppliesme, works my stamina, is nothing tough.But … Continue reading →

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March 31

Posted on April 7, 2021 by sputterpub

On Odin’s day last week, I took a break.Preceding days required I exerta bit too much, and coming stints would takethe energy and patience I maintainfor when the peace of family’s at stake.Before the 1st of April I reclined.My only … Continue reading →

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Full Schedule

Posted on March 31, 2021 by sputterpub

They gave me Master Class three months ago,and I intended to explore it well,but other tasks intruded even thoughI thought I had the time throughout our spellof house arrest extended. What befellwere other habits: daily ink to page;office work and … Continue reading →

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A Rest Day

Posted on March 26, 2021 by sputterpub

Most mornings home I write and exercise,but sometimes brain or body have a say –I’m feeling too fatigued to sweat today. I’m used to pushing through – I recognizereluctance due to age’s bleak display.Most mornings home I write and exercise,but … Continue reading →

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My Second Shot

Posted on March 12, 2021 by sputterpub

My second shot, I’m fortunate to write,was painless and no hassle to obtain.The venue wasn’t crowded and the chainof volunteers was organized and tight,directing us with smiles masked but bright,conducting an inoculation train –my second shot. My arm is sore, … Continue reading →

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