Please note that the title of this blog is not "Overwhelmed". I'm not. I'm pretty damn close, though. Two kids in two very prestigious (read "expensive") colleges, one mother in a nursing home who thinks I'm the world's nicest aide, and friends who have the unfortunate habit of dropping off the planet permanently just when we were having fun. This getting older stuff is not for sissies. But it is also very interesting. I'm finding myself more and more drawn to simplicity. Get rid of it all! Let's get down to a prayer mat and a rice bowl! At least that's the theory. The reality is a narrow path between my bed and the closet, between piles of clothes, photographs, and I'm not really sure what else (possibly something live) that just somehow land there whenever we have company. Go ahead. Laugh. But if you don't do the same thing you have three friends who do.
I started the idea of the blog in April. It's September now and this is the first time I've gotten as far as posting a page. I think this is because my dear friend Flanagan had a massive coronary last week and left me with no listening soul to work out the details with. He was my endlessly wise editor, poet, and friend. When I'm not choking up over his photo on my piano, I am pissed that he left me without my sounding board. How am I supposed to get through the elections without his diatribes? I guess the blog will have to do.
I promise not to whine about the nature of life and death. It's too intriguing for that. There is too much to do! Since my sons are out of the house it's time for Mom to go back to work, so I'll be making observations on the process of finding a job when most people are starting to retire. As well as sharing the odd thought about anything else that pops into my mind. Stick around for the ride. It could get interesting.
I started the idea of the blog in April. It's September now and this is the first time I've gotten as far as posting a page. I think this is because my dear friend Flanagan had a massive coronary last week and left me with no listening soul to work out the details with. He was my endlessly wise editor, poet, and friend. When I'm not choking up over his photo on my piano, I am pissed that he left me without my sounding board. How am I supposed to get through the elections without his diatribes? I guess the blog will have to do.
I promise not to whine about the nature of life and death. It's too intriguing for that. There is too much to do! Since my sons are out of the house it's time for Mom to go back to work, so I'll be making observations on the process of finding a job when most people are starting to retire. As well as sharing the odd thought about anything else that pops into my mind. Stick around for the ride. It could get interesting.
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