Category: boomer life
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Forgetting the Good, the Bad, and the Ordinary
As we get older and more stuff clogs our mind, new information and experiences shove older material into the far reaches of our brain. We forget math equations learned in high school, the authors of once-favorite books, the names of fictional characters and perhaps the storyline. We remember lyrics of a song, but not the…
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A Day of Decadence
As I age I am in a quandary about how or if to celebrate my birthday. The answer varies for each individual, and depending on one’s mood, th answer may change from one year to the next until, by the time a person reaches triple digits, celebrating in some way is mandatory! A sudden realization,…
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Baby Boom Déjà vu and the Future
As a member of the baby boomer generation, I was an infant in Mom’s arms in the early 1950s when babies ruled the world – at least in the United States. My parents moved to a new house in a new suburb on Long Island, New York, in 1952. Every house sheltered a twenty- or…
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WINTER WONDERLAND YESTERDAY AND TODAY
“Daddy, can we go outside?” Sydney pleads for the hundredth time. “Can’t we go outside? I wanna play in the snow. I wanna ride my sled.” After numerous “no’s,” Dad finally relents, “OK, let’s go out!” Sydney runs over and pulls on Grandma’s sweater. “Gramma, Gramma, you come too?” Grandma rolls her eyes and responds…
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Coffee Shop Companionship
The coffee shop was busy Wednesday morning. The dreary cold weather may have had something to do with the crowd. Gray skies send folks for coffee or hot chocolate, maybe a hot breakfast or pastry. A combination of bleak weather and bleaker news may push people into depression, or ignorance, or denial. Sometimes it directs…
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Daily Life in Retirement
Friends and acquaintances younger than I am, approaching retirement, ask me what I do all day. This is my response… The alarm rings at 7:30 am, but by then my morning routine is well underway. I set the alarm most days so I don’t become lazy and sleep too much. Once in a while, when…
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I Decide on Foreign Flavor for a Winter Escape
What is it like to spend a month away from home? Steve and I escaped one of the worst winters in years on the east coast, probably decades; final statistics are not yet in. The past few winters have been relatively mild. I have a puffy warm winter coat that for years did not see…
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Escape to Calmness?
A six hour flight from home left me tired but excited to begin my new adventure. I missed travel. I missed meeting new people, viewing new sites, tasting different foods, and simply walking around a different environment. I missed the variety. I missed the change. And I needed the diversion. Travel is escapism. I am…
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A Mexican Carnaval Cavalcade
I have temporarily escaped the wintry weather at home to enjoy a warmer climate in the mountains of Mexico. The groups of Mexicans milling about puzzled me. Were they waiting for a bus? But there were too many, and as I maneuvered jam-packed sidewalks, I figured out this was more than a casual Sunday afternoon…
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The Most Exotic Marigold Hotel: The Movie
A look back at a favorite movie recently viewed again on a streaming site. I am not an avid movie theater patron, but one movie I willingly spent a few precious dollars for was The Most Exotic Marigold Hotel. My Mom, sister, and a girlfriend liked it. My brother-in-law hated it, but he and I do not…