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Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Thank the youth kindly.......they are pitiably weak against age.

We must not dismiss ourselves just because we are old!  

It is a fact that old age and treachery will overcome youth and skill every time.

From T.E. Lawrence (as in Lawrence, of Arabia, who achieved great things in war as a young man):

We were fond together because of the sweep of open places, the taste of wide winds, the sunlight, and the hopes in which we worked. 

The morning freshness of the world-to-be intoxicated us. 

We were wrought up with ideas inexpressible and vaporous, but to be fought for. 

We lived many lives in those whirling campaigns, never sparing ourselves: 
yet when we achieved and the new world dawned, the old men came out again and took our victory to remake in the likeness of the former world they knew
Youth could win, but had not learned to keep, and was pitiably weak against age. 

We stammered that we had worked for a new heaven and a new earth, and they thanked us kindly and made their peace.” 


Of course there is little or no appreciation for our awesome treachery when we are old, 
but power is power.

And power feels good.

Thank you for showing up to visit.
It means a lot to me,



Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Amazing Auntie, Age 97

So........longevity runs in my family.

I think that is a good thing.  Probably.

Do we languish on the vine for ages and then die?

I don't think so.  I think we go kicking and screaming.  Maybe a little demented
 ( the nice ones) but a lot of us just plow on as though we know what we are doing.  Occasionally telling other people what we think of them.
Active.  We stay active.

Which brings me to Auntie.

She is one of our favorites and so my brother has flown 2000 miles to be with her on her 97th birthday.

My brother calls me.  Impressed.

(Just like another of my brothers called me on Auntie's 
80th birthday.  Impressed.  Because Auntie showed the crowd she could stand on her head.  She stood on her head at age 80.)  
I am not going to tell you what I think of an 80 year old who would risk her brain and neck for the crowd!  I know she is not demented, but I certainly question her judgement.  
Hey, my own judgement has moved left of "real smart" lately.  
I am frightened.
What if I lose it and try standing on my head at age 80??

My brother, who is with my auntie as I write, is so impressed.
He is staying in her home during the visit and the upstairs bedrooms are stuffy so he asked if she had a fan he could use.

 (It is muggy back east and we here on the desert , dried out and off by the sun and hot wind, do not do well with dripping perspiration.)

Oh, sure.  There is a fan stored in the upstairs hallway closet.
A half hour later he trudges up the stairs and as he goes to the hallway closet he bumps into Auntie getting the fan for him.
He is shocked.
"Auntie, what are you doing up here?  It has only been 5 months since you got your new hip!  What are you doing?"
"I can climb the stairs!" she retorts.  "It hurts like hell, but I have a new hip.  I can climb the stairs."

My brother is shocked and impressed so he calls me to report on Amazing Auntie.

I remember asking Auntie a few years ago how she managed to be so amazing.

She said, "Well, I never feel like getting out of bed.  But I get up anyway.
I sit on a chair and I don't feel like doing anything.  I just want to sit on the chair and stare.  But I stand up anyway and make myself a little something to eat.
I want to sit back down and do nothing.  There is nothing I want to do.  But I go out to the garden anyway and garden.
There is work to be done.  I might as well make myself useful."

See how fun aging is!
Thanks for dropping in on our family dramas.


PS  Do you suppose longevity is a sign of poor judgement?  

It can't be a result of excellent health!  You've read what centenarians ascribe their "living to be 100" is a result of, haven't you?   
"Oh, I quit smoking last year."  
"Oh, I never eat anything but meat."   
"Oh, I eat whatever I want."  
"Oh, I don't believe going to the doctor helps anything."  

What's Their Secret?

Scientific explanations for longevity remain elusive. Researchers studying centenarians agree: there is no specific pattern.  
There appears to be a connection between your longevity and the age your mother gave birth.   Researchers at the University of Chicago Center on Aging found that if your mother was under age 25 when you were born, your chances of reaching age 100 are twice as high as for someone whose mother was older than 25. 
. According to Israeli physician Nir Barzilai of the Institute for Aging Research at Albert Einstein College of Medicine in New York:
"There is no pattern. The usual recommendations for a healthy life—not smoking, not drinking, plenty of exercise, a well-balanced diet, keeping your weight down—they apply to us average people. But not to them. Centenarians are in a class of their own."
Based on years of data from studying centenarians, Barzilai reports that when analyzing the data from his particular pool of centenarians, at age 70:  
37 % were overweight
8 % were obese
37 % were smokers for an average of 31 years
44 % reported only moderate exercise
20 % never exercised at all

Here is Riverwatch's assessment:      
The reason the ancient ones live so long is their willingness to haul out and continue being slaves!  

That's why there are more old women than old men. 

That's why men can't help thinking they are smarter than us women

Science still touts exercise and nutrition as key elements......theorectically.
Yet most scientists don't live to be 100 or beyond!

Look around at the "scientific effort" those ancient ones put into living long.  


You just see that they are people who "haul out" at some core level to continue with the slavery bit.
Even if in a wheel chair, they reach out to serve YOU the cookie, to pass YOU the glass of punch.
They are into YOU.
Good judgement.  Poor judgement.  It doesn't matter.
Your slave is still living in order to ...well, to slave.


Friday, September 18, 2015

Blood Moon


Old, and learning new vocabulary, I am.


My pastor said, “I don't think that word means what you think it means.”
and he unveiled the definition: “ an unveiling of information”.

Apocalypse doesn't mean the end of the world!!!!!

My gosh, I am so disappointed!

Of course I had already discovered this group of church people are not like the other group of church people I was once so familiar with.

Nobody is teaching disaster classes.
No emergency preparedness classes.

Nobody is storing food, guns, ammunition.

I am so disappointed!

A religious/political focus on disaster & apocalypse fit right into my world view!

A belief system is vitally significant because our belief systems guide our behaviors.                           That is true.  I read it on the internet.

And here is the key to a belief system:                                                                                                 one cannot believe anything outside of one's own world view.

Naturally, being a child raised by armed lunatics, I would have a rebel world view where anything can happen and in the twinkling of an eye!
Be alert, hyper alert.                                                                                                                               Be prepared!!

I was a sitting duck for the religious zealots.

That's one of the things that I liked (like) about my former religion:  all that focus on disaster that fits right into my own special world view!

If you look closely at this picture, you will notice some things:
two spoons............. to feed the world
a tube...................... to siphon off your gasoline
a swiss army knife that will not be given away like the shirt off  one's back.

It's a me kit.  Well, maybe me and thee.   Maybe.
I know what I'm talking about.
I have one of these.

"But I have to save myself in order to save you!"
"Please step away!  You are standing on my oxygen tube!"

I am now surrounded by a different group of people who are changing my world view with their love and fellowship and their propensity to share food, not store it.


They role model grace.

Come to the table.  It is an open table.

You are invited to the open table, not because of what you are but because of who you are.
You are you and you are loved by God.

Did you hear a year or so ago where everybody in America was getting tired of hearing about the apocalypse?
I think it had to do with “overload”.

But then that string of Blood Moons started showing up!!
Re-focus!  Re-focus!

At the end of 2013, well, actually in October of 2013, I quit cataloguing the disasters in our world.
 It just became overwhelming, the number and variety of such.

I think I will have to ask my pastor about Armageddon.
 What does that word mean?

Still keeping an eye on disasters,
just not documenting them in columns.
I am grateful you visited.


PS  I can't tell you how important Vocabulary is.  The other day my teenage grandson told me he wants to lose weight, so he has gone on a diet. 
 "So what's your diet like?"
"Well", he said, "now when I want toast, I never have a pair of toast.  Just one."

Old and still learning.
Now I want a pair of toast to go with my coffee!

Thursday, September 17, 2015

Aging. It's a good thing.



Our childhood viewed from the vantage point of age.

Sweet charm is thrown around all we said
                                                                  and all we did back then.

Charm such as never belonged 
to commonplace children of earth.






Even the fireflies moved on,
and so must we.
Hoping you enjoyed this brief magical moment,

Sunday, September 13, 2015

Holding Hands

The Quiet Walk

I am a walker.

Once upon a time I was a hiker.  That was good.

Then I became a brisk walker.  That was good also.

Now I am a walker.  A grateful walker.

Sometimes I worry about a day arriving when my legs give out on me.  I hope that doesn't happen, but this is the time of life when we discover that life is fluid and our best option is to go with the flow.

Or as some people say, "It is what it is."  We could add, "It was what it was."

But being a nurse and all, I can tell you not every old person loses mobility.
The "ambulatory confused" are not myths!  I have chased many of them.  Down hallways & out doors!  Don't ever underestimate the confused.

And we all know there are centenarians who put their younger relatives to shame!

But for some of us, we just walk, impressing no one but ourselves.

So....now I walk alone a lot (fussy about my speed and schedule & control over when to quit).

Over a few years I have observed many couples on the trails, men and women out for a brisk walk or stroll.  It is funny watching the rapidly moving mouths of the women and the "maintaining focus, maintaining focus" grimace of the guys.
I notice because I have raised sons.....and they have sensitized me to the plight of men in the presence of verbal women.

My gosh, they get tired of listening to us.

I used to think when my sons got mad at their wives they would run to Mom and chat....what a joke!  The last thing they want is more female verbalization.  When they are mad at their wives , they are SICK OF WOMEN!!!!  They can't take the motor mouths anymore!!  They  have used up their 400 words a day and they want a rest from the people-of-a-thousand-words.

So over the years, I have noticed that sometimes I see a couple or two out on the trail walking where there is no running gauntlet of words.....just warm & silent companionship.

No, it is not an age thing.

It is a Male Brilliance thing.....for he has learned to shut her up by holding her hand.

Always.  100% of the time, the quiet walk between a man and a woman seems to be accompanied by the man holding her hand.
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Life is good,

Saturday, September 5, 2015

"I may have raised your mommy wrong."

 "I may have raised your mommy wrong."


1.  You may eat whatever the hell you want, whenever the hell you want.

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2.  You don't tattle on me to your mom and I don't tattle on you to your mom. (I'll only rat on you if you've gone missing.  You could possibly tell her if I wander off and don't return in a timely manner.)


3.  Electronics will be limited to 24 hours a day.
No more than 24 hours!
Oh, yes.  Next day will be a new 24 hour limit.
I may spray water on you ever hour or so to make sure you move and get the blood flowing.  Not to worry.  I will be careful not to get the electronics wet. Only you.  And your friends.

4.  Unlike your mother, Grandma is, in fact, a maid.

5.  Good manners are mandatory.  Unless you're preoccupied watching something you're not allowed to watch at home, in which case no acknowlegement is necessary.

6.  None of that "But all the nutrients are in the crust" bullsh*t.  It'll be cut off without your even having to ask.
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And nobody will say "Waste not, want not," because that phrase does not make sense!                   Nobody wastes what he/she wants........and not wasting what we don't want does not produce stellar results in a throw-away society!!
Recycle is a better expression."

"Are you even listening to me?!   ONE!  TWO!!  THREE!! !  EYES- ON - ME!!!"

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"Toss those crusts out to the birds!!"

7.  By "milk" Grandma assumes you mean "chocolate milk".

8.  If you go to the store with Grandma, you will get a toy.  A good toy.

9.  Fudgesicles are excellent for breakfast. Dairy.    en.paperblog.com

10.  In general, anything your mommy would have NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS BEEN ALLOWED TO DO AS A CHILD,  is perfectly acceptable.

Thanks for your visit,