Category Archives: age

Dark Humor (Now see, that’s my computer talking back to me.  I DID NOT TYPE THAT LINE!) I’m going to start over with MY CURRENT WORDS! — 11/27/2017 I’ve been told I have a warped [unkind?] sense of humor.  Because my … Continue reading

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Does Blogging Change Your Personality?

I used to be shy, even an Avoidant Personality, I think. Recently I’ve become one of those people who talk to strangers in public. (“Those shoes look comfortable.Where did you get them?”)  This afternoon while napping I had a long … Continue reading

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The Pitfalls of Aging (Don’t Do It!)

For some, going around the last bend can be quite disconcerting.  It’s natural (and easier) to want to take care of the feelings of the elderly, and so sometimes they are “protected” from the truth. Not telling someone they’e dying … Continue reading

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How Long is Looney?

If we live long enough it’s gonna be rough. Tell-tale signs of age spoken off the cuff betray us and oh how long and how sad will it get to be before…until…we write bad verse and yet don’t hesitate to … Continue reading

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Boredom — it could be verse

The days have separated into building blocks. No–I don’t mean day to day, but within days. First  is a block of sleeping late, then CNN.  And there’s my blog block  and checking e-mails. My leg hurts for awhile and maybe I try to … Continue reading

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What poor therapist would want to get stuck with an 81 year old woman with degenerative arthritis, in slight cognitive decline trailing a Ph.D. in clinical psychology behind her?  (That’s my inner response to my suggestion I see a therapist). … Continue reading

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IMPATIENCE — Poem – photos from Pixabay

I enjoy the  cat’s pajamas they verbalize at times, but not the moans of underlying pain. Don’t let us know what lies ahead a life of somersaults, dance and glee only to be sidetracked by a dislocated knee.  That I’m one … Continue reading

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