Tag: aging
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Little Girl’s Bicycle or Old Lady’s Bike?
Years ago my son assembled a bicycle for me, a sleek golden model with thin tires, 15 speeds, hand brakes, and a top tube across the frame – the sign of a boy’s bike. I enjoyed the ride and relished the sensation on my face as I leaned forward against the wind and struggled to…
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I Am a World-class Procrastinator
I have learned many skills over the years, a lot useful, others not so much, and many forgotten. For instance my ability to solve math equations and speak a foreign language disappeared. Those particular brain cells are dormant, and resurrecting them a chore more difficult than I wish to tackle. One skill often used and…
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Musings on Other People Moving
My neighbor is moving. She knocked on our door one day, came in for a few minutes of small talk and said, “I want you to know before I do anything. I’m selling my house.” We knew this day would come. Her brother moved to a town 50 miles away, and she often drives to…
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Musings on the Transformations Around Me
Like life, my neighborhood changes over time. Homes transfer ownership. New people spend weeks and sometimes months renovating, redecorating, refurbishing. Or they tear down a fine old home – one that needs updating, but has a warmness and positive vibe not easily duplicated – and build a larger building, a three or four-story house that…
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Musings on Becoming Irrelevant
My Florida family rented a home in my resort community for two weeks. Teenagers now, the grandkids’ are immersed in their generational lifestyle. Friends rule. Family time is enjoyed until teen goings-on beckon. Their parents’ lifestyle is not a lot different than their kids. With friends who live in the Northeast, a shore vacation offers…
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This Week I Aged Another Year
A day dawned this week when I officially became a year older. At my age it is not a big event to close the chapter on one year and begin a new one, especially when the new year does not mark a milestone. A number ending in a 0 or 5 designates a benchmark year,…
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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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Musings on Old Friends Gone and Those Still Around
A friend texted me the obituary. I had not seen or spoken to Viv for years but considered her a dear past friend. She occasionally showed up in my Facebook feed. I am dismally neglectful at maintaining communications with folks as the years roll by. They moved away, I moved away, life interferes. Viv relocated…