Musings of a Shore Life
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Boomers on a new sport, the blessings of sons, summer safety, and more
Summer has arrived in my piece of paradise, and I am celebrating by playing hooky, avoiding chores and other tedious to-dos in favor of a few hours of backyard bliss. Our world is in turmoil and I need to decompress. I garden, read, and complete New York Times puzzles, a challenge in a positive way. If a…
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Unconnected and Unhinged, sort of
Why am I so attached to technology? Specifically my TV, computer, internet, and cellphone. I am perfectly able to take care of myself without these support tools. I can hold a physical, printed book in my hand and read. I can cook, garden, exercise, and sit on my porch and watch the world go by,…
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Retired Once Again and Pondering a Universal Question
I have retired. Again. Not from paid employment, but from a part-time volunteer job. A couple of years before Covid our town sponsored a Farmers Market. Less than 20 vendors signed up and braved the unknown retail environment. This summer over 60 vendors fill a church parking lot every Friday morning. A waiting list of…
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Musings on the Rhythms of My Life
Eons ago the sun, moon, and stars dictated life. Folks looked at the sky for information about weather and seasonal changes. What should I wear? Will it rain? Should I stockpile firewood? I check my cell phone for the temperature and decide what to wear. I stare at the weather channel when storms threaten. Should I…
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Nostalgia, Women’s Roles, and More from the Best of Boomers
What do you do when you are so tired you can barely keep your eyes open? The scenario: you have spent days awakened several times during the night, slept on a sofa instead of enfolded in a warm blanket in your comfy, spacious bed, popped up and down all day tending to an injured hub,…
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Time and Energy – Priceless
There are only so many hours in a day. A cliché, I know, but a truism that becomes truer as the years fly by, at least for me. As I age and the years tick off one by one, it seems I have less time to do anything. I realize nothing changes, but my body…
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A Memorable Library Visit, Thank You Grandkids
One of the pleasures of grandparenthood is chauffeuring the grandkids near and far. We live a thousand miles from our progeny, so visits are spread out and therefore special. At times simple missions produce unforeseen outcomes. My granddaughter skipped over to the children’s room, chose half a dozen books, dumped them in my lap, and…
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Musings On My Youthful Past and Grown-up Present
Paul McCartney officially announced the Beatles would split up on April 10, 1970. The event struck a nerve with me, one more nail in the coffin of my shattered image of life as ideal. The first nail had been hammered in a few years earlier with the death of President Kennedy. A cloud swept across…
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Boomers on Art, Critters, Clothes, and more
A round-trip drive to Long Island, NY has bracketed my weekends the past two months. Mom moved into an assisted living facility. My sister and I emptied her apartment and prepared it for sale. I typically avoid driving through Manhattan, the heart and soul of New York City, but Sunday I deviated from my normal…
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From Possession to Empowerment in 80 Minutes: Six the Musical
I had the honor of escorting my two teenage granddaughters to the play Six: The Musical at the Kravis Center in West Palm Beach, Florida. The girls’ Mom was the escort of choice, but she stayed home recovering from surgery. I knew what the show was about – the six wives of King Henry VIII. I knew…
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