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...who remark, “You’re not ready yet for a senior living community!”

• You’re only as old as you feel-and I feel pretty old.

• All my professional life I’ve lived in parsonages where I was told I just had to put up with mildewy basements, too-small kitchens, and leaky windows. So I’m used to it.

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Working on the previous post, I came across this photo that I forgot having taken at the Jan. 7 worship service.


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Laura gets together weekly via Zoom with cousins on her mother’s side. This afternoon Diane, who marches to the beat of a different drummer, caused howls of laughter by raising a Clorox jug to her mouth and taking a swig out of it. (Needless to say, the beverage was not Clorox.)

Maybe next week she’ll turn on a flashlight and swallow it.

An ornament we have had for years is that of a cat with its legs sprawled before and behind; it’s eight inches long and so needs to go in an unusually wide gap among the branches. Hanging it this year, I noticed something I had never seen before: in its outstretched front paws was a mouse, a rather sad sight for this season of cheer and goodwill. ( Read more... )

Last year, when I was five years out from my bypass surgery, my cardiologist said I must undergo cardiac stress tests once a year. So I had one then, and another one yesterday. Last night preparing for bed, I discovered that the technician had forgotten to remove the electrodes taped to my chest and belly. Despite the mild pain from ripping them ( Read more... )