Wednesday, February 28, 2018

The Devil's in the Details

Grace and Beauty by Mary Erickson
We’re definitely not buying any lottery tickets today.

Tuesday, February 27, 2018

Art and Reality

We’re among the few people who actually go to the movies. I don’t care what anyone says – seeing a movie in a theatre, when people can’t call from the kitchen to ask where the potato chips are, is just different.

Sunday, February 25, 2018

Walk of Ages

“My grandmother started walking five miles a day when she was sixty. She's ninety-seven now, and we don't know where the heck she is.” 
Ellen DeGeneres

          I was on a side street in our little downtown Venice (Florida, that is) waiting for My Guy to pick me up after I’d done my volunteering stint. I had found a seat on a convenient wall in the shade, an excellent spot for people watching.
          It could be due to this week’s sudden attack of plantar fasciitis in my left heel, but I began to detect a theme.
          Across the street a couple who may have been in their 70s were working their way down the sidewalk. He had what looked to be a hip issue of some kind and was moving slowly. His athletic appearing wife followed about two steps behind, with what looked to be an unhurried stroll, but which was actually perfectly adjusted to his awkward pace.
          A car pulled up and parallel parked in front of me. An overweight (and, again, older – I’m in Florida, after all) couple struggled out of either side of the car. He left her behind, crossing the street with a rolling shuffle ahead of her, but then I thought it interesting that he stopping at the curb to help her up after she finally toiled across to him. He then took off again, with her ten feet or so behind, both of them walking with difficulty. It had kind of an every man for himself sort of vibe.
          Then to my left, a decidedly elderly couple – late 80s? – appeared on the sidewalk. They were trim in their tasteful khaki; I could picture them later in the afternoon on a green lawn drinking gin and tonics. They walked with the gait of people who likely kept themselves fit with daily morning and evening constitutionals. But as they passed arm in arm, you could still see a slight hesitancy, a bit of caution, when they reached the curb.

Wednesday, February 21, 2018


So it’s done. The check’s in the bank, the lawyers and real estate agents have gone their separate ways, and our home is being invaded by strangers.

Monday, February 19, 2018

All Buttoned Up?

     Today I was reading a posting on Facebook by one of our selectmen in our small town at home. There’s been discussion lately in town about requiring all future building to be “green.” Some people are pro  - environment-friendly, ecologically friendly – while others point to increased cost.

Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Sunday, February 11, 2018

A Step Forward

One thing I can say about aging. I’ve definitely become more stable. At least in the category of high winds.

Friday, February 9, 2018


Here in The Land Where Time is Forgotten (along with car keys, passwords, and eating after 5:30 p.m. – aka Florida) I’ve tried to do at least a little something constructive with my time.