The great funk escape

funk

Yeah, right.  Like sour milk. Not that I’m in a funk – not at all.  In fact, I’m in a good space and have been for days since the weatherman promised cooler fallish temperatures this week.

They arrived this morning and I pulled on my walking shoes for the first time since 2013 and set out for a walk.  I even took my walking pole (to look like a purposeful walker). It was still dark so I didn’t bother to primp-up which also insured no bad guys would try to attack – they would likely run the opposite direction..

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Protesting this ‘senior’ thing

the_glass_is_too_big_journalIs my glass half empty or half full? Sometimes the glass is just too blamed big…or like in my case it has a slow leak.

Thinking about that leak, I am organizing a protest for the flagrant insults I see spreading around the country with regard to senior citizen status. First of all, I don’t like being called a senior. I was a senior a half century ago at West Point High School and there’s no relationship whatsoever.

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Here’s a prescription to get hooked on

laughter pillI have this cousin – Bill Poe is his name.  Well. He’s not really my cousin but we pretend we are – it’s a long story which I won’t go into here because I can’t wait to share a brilliant prescription he gave me this week – ostensibly to be used in annoying moments – but I’m finding it has multiple applications.

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