Monday, March 13, 2017


I am always striving for balance in my life, but today I am talking about physical balance. I often read that many people start to have problems with balance, seemingly as a consequence of aging.  Falls and resulting injuries (like a broken hip) can have a detrimental effect on the quality of life and even sometimes are implicated in deaths due to injury.

I am in the demographic -- according to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, over a third of those 65 years or over false act year.

Actually, I am well ahead of the curve.  I have been falling since I was two when I tumbled down the full flight of steep cellar steps and broke my nose.  When I was a little older my mother actually had me practice leading with my bum as I fell so I would not break an arm.  My mother had a dread fear of one of her children breaking an arm and she figured I was the most likely candidate.

I guess the early training worked as I have yet (knock wood) to break my arm.  I have bruised my bum though!

And I have taken some pretty spectacular falls, but I am not attributing any of them to age.  It's all about natural born clumsiness.  Still, I think it is a good idea that I take yoga and a balance Pilates class.

I have added mindful meditation to my routine as well.  I have not broken anything other than my nose, but I don't want to press my luck so I will do what I can.

Monday, March 6, 2017

Sharing an important find

Confession: I struggle with a weakness for potato chips.

Well imagine my delight when I found these at the local Publix grocery store.
I was just so excited I had to share!

Nutrient-dense!  Gluten free!  Certified non-GMO! Small batch cooking!  Obviously made with love. They do taste good!

Alternative health food is a thing now, right?

Thursday, March 2, 2017


I signed up for some painting classes through Sarasota County's Adult Continuing Education Program.  Eight lessons for $130 -- can't really find a better deal than that.

The added bonus is that I did learn quite a bit.  I am not planning on quitting my day job and sailing down to the Florida Keys to become  a full time artist by any means.  However, I am finding that I enjoy learning something new and I enjoy painting enough to want to keep working at it.  Eventually I will turn out something I think worthy of hanging on my wall.

Yesterday, the subject was painting boats with a reflection in the water.

One more lesson to go in this series.  Unfortunately the instructor announced that he would not be continuing to through ACE.  I don't know yet whether there will be other classes but I plan on checking that out.

Saturday, February 25, 2017


This will be the fourth year that I have volunteered at InStride Therapy.  I work on Thursday mornings when kindergarten and first grade students from area schools come on field trips to learn about the care and feeding of the horses and participate in associated literacy activities.

Little Red is the star attraction.  You can see he was all gussied up for this season's debut. He's a handsome pony and he does kind of know it.

Saturday, February 18, 2017


I had a cold right after I arrived in Florida.  I blamed it on airport germs and got over it in the usual  week's time.  Then I got another cold about two weeks ago.  What?  This is unusual for me.  And this one seemed to want to hang on but I convinced myself I felt better after ten days.

Well, Thursday night was a real bother with a hacking dry cough that kept me awake and miserable.
I didn't really feel that bad.  My nose started running again.  Another cold?  I decided to have this checked up so I called my doctor and she squeezed me into her schedule.  She diagnosed bronchitis and prescribed some kind of medicinal cocktail.

I have never had bronchitis before and can't say I like it very much.  I am going to assume the medicine is working, but I sure am not.

Saturday, February 11, 2017

This made me laugh

New uses for mason jar lids from Real Simple Magazine, February, 2017:

The outer ring parts to mason jar lids can be used as a makeshift muffin tin.  You set six rings ,wide side down, on a baking sheet and place  paper muffin/cupcake papers in each and fill with the muffin batter.

 "Cant't find the muffin tin?"  But here are these six jar lids just laying around so no problem.

This is not a kitchen I can even comprehend.

Thursday, February 9, 2017

Joys of aging

Pretty much every week I receive some flyer in the mail notifying me about the availability of one hearing aid clinic or another.  This is the case whether I am in Vermont or in Florida.  As far as I know, my hearing is pretty good.  Last time I had it checked I was told I had the hearing of a teenager and I assumed that meant it was good.  It has been a while but I have not noticed much change. I keep wondering if I am targeted because of my age or if someone is referring me.

This week it was something new.  "Join us for a FREE LUNCH & informational seminar on the benefits of preplanning your cremation."  Good grief.

Something is always coming up that veers me, however momentarily, from my efforts to live my life with mindfulness in the moment.

Which reminds me that I recently read a review of The Perpetual Now by Michael D. Lemonik.  It is about a woman who develops a severe amnesia as the result of an illness.   She lives perpetually in the moment since her memories are erased entirely about every fifteen minutes.  I think I really don't want to live in the moment quite that much.

And now I am feeling the willingness to get out and explore, perhaps entertain a new relationship.
I wrote a poem to Mike about that.

Dating Dilemma

Growing old with someone
involves a mystical mirror.
Looking in, I saw you
as I see myself --
the sinewy muscles,
dewy fresh skin,
lush, full lips
ripe for kissing,
even as it fades, a hint
of boundless energy.

Oh, how memories softens
sharp edges of reality --
the "good old days"
and getting through the bad.
The brutal fact remains --
so sad to say --
we are not bottles of wine
nestled in Chateau Margaux,
aging to perfection.

Don't think I moan about
growing old...No.
I mourn the loss of
shared memories,
shared illusions preserving
that reflection of youth
because, frankly,
men my age
are just so darn old.