My mom the old Yankee Likes to do what she wishes She can move pretty smooth When she wants to do the dishes. It's a tactical battle, Who's first to the sink She's clearly determined And sneakier than you'd think.
Did you know about this? It's a thing. Bone Bank. After the prolonged waiting to see a doctor, or a few doctors, about my neck it turns out I will be having it fixed. Which requires bone grafting. Instead of taking bone from the person's (me) hip they now get bone from the bone bank. … Continue reading Bone Bank
I'm pondering something. One of my jobs requires a lot of computer time. I'm learning how to create bulk emails, send out surveys, manage online pages, all kinds of things that I have had no training for. I set up a conference call line and learned how to create a registration site. It's time consuming … Continue reading Google me this.
Have you ever compared scars with a friend? We all have at least one scar. Sometimes it's that little tiny one on your finger from the first time you used a knife, others it's much larger. I was thinking about a friend of mine that has a scar just like I do that goes right … Continue reading Scars
I have aged. I didn't start out thinking "I can't wait until I'm retirement age." It was more like "I doubt I'll live that long." It was the 70s, that time when we all thought that IF we did grow old we'd be the old hippies sitting in rockers smoking pot. I haven't smoked pot … Continue reading lines
It seems I have always had a photo addiction. And a travel addiction. I have bins full of pictures starting with my little 110 to 35mm. I also have old suitcases. When Samsonite came out with the hard cases that had little wheels and a handle we thought it was the best thing ever. It … Continue reading Addictions
We're living through trying time right now. I'm referring to healthcare. There is something that baffles me about the natural selection folks, those are the people that have decided that if you have a special needs you should be allowed to die because you have more needs than someone who is naturally healthy. It seems … Continue reading My page, my opinion.
My dad was a Yankee through and through. He had the accent, the ethics and the language. He was a story teller and local historian. I lived in Connecticut for a few years and when I would bring friends home with me to visit dad would regale them with stories, after which they would usually … Continue reading Language
The summer camp I go every year just celebrated it's 25th birthday this year. The organizers keep asking me to tell or write what camp means to me. They want me to do it in a few sentences or paragraphs. I can't. What I can do is tell you a little about how it feels. … Continue reading Camp
One time we drove to Georgia for the weekend in my red Chevy van named Alice. This must have 1977. My friend Kat went with me. Perhaps she has a better memory of this. I know there were a couple of the guys we hung out with with us, it had been a spontaneous trip. … Continue reading Georgia