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.

Wednesday, February 1, 2017

The Elegance of the Hedgehog

I have just finished re-reading The Elegance of the Hedgehog  by Muriel Barbery, translated from its original French.  We will be discussing it in next reading group.  I had forgotten this but I was reminded by someone with a better memory that I was the one who picked it.  I am wondering how it will be received.

Our last book was The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver.  Funny, I remember exactly who recommended that one.  It was also a second reading for me.  I remembered the story and I think Kingsolver is a very good writer, but I did not remember the brilliance of the structure of the book.  Perhaps it takes a second reading to be fully appreciated.  My fond assessment of the book was a minority opinion, however.

I suspect that will also be the case with Barbery's book.  Si très français, which I say with the utmost fondness. It was a difficult read in the sense that I had to look up words and references to philosophy, yet the story was fairly simple.

I have a small fear that I may be asked to leave the book group. This happened to my sister in her book discussion group. She was told she had the tendency to think too much about the books. I tend to go on about the writing rather than the story. Maybe it was the way we were raised. Others seem to find us rather odd sometimes.