Growing Old, Gracefully.
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Look out
At 78, it’s all relative, but I think I’m so much better-looking than the proof indicates. Sherry and I agreed a few years ago that we would not allow our pictures to be taken any longer. When future generations glance at photos of their great-grandparents, we want them to …
And many more
Dear Kate, Happy birthday. I don’t keep track, but I think you broke the 50 mark. I am so proud of you. Memories I treasure: Your first romance with Walter in Denver. You were both three. You told him what to do (in a kind way, of course — most of the time). Our Dairy …
WUTs going on… not much
I’m sorry to report that my WUT disease has returned with vengeance. I thought with my diet and exercise regimen, I had permanently rid myself of the dreaded Wait Until Tomorrow disease, but the last few weeks prove otherwise. So many important tasks are going undone. My WUT …
Mouse attack
You can only push me so far. I do not wish to offend any mouse advocates, but this gang from Franktown Road became more and more egregious in their attacks on my personal freedom. For most of the winter, I didn’t mind sharing my Toyota Highlander and taking them around …
How much to share?
This is a sticky question. As I age, I may need to cut back. Two of my good friends keep their personal lives close to the vest. I don’t pry, but their lack of sharing limits the level of our relationship. Recently, a corporation asked me to consult with them and then kept …