Tag Archives: Aging

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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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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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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