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Walking the dog this morning, I wanted to get it over with so I could “start my day” (as if walking the dog didn’t count because I wasn’t getting human stuff done). As he excitedly pulled ahead on the leash, I caught myself buried in my thoughts and realized how un-present I was, all caughtContinue reading “The Tao of Dog”

When I saw Steely Dan and The Eagles last night, I kept getting the urge to call my father and tell him where I was. I wanted to share the live music with him through my phone. He adored both bands, as do I. Since my father no longer has a phone number, I textedContinue reading “Audial Memories”

For the last month or two, an old song has repeatedly been going through my head. I kept trying to remember what the title is but it just wasn’t coming to me. Last night I was playing around on the Internet, which for me means looking up random facts, reading them, and then branching outContinue reading “Answers Can Come in Mysterious Ways”

We get so upset by obstacles. But obstacles can be seen as reminders that we are unable to control everything around us, and that our individual existence is only a minuscule part of the universe. This reminder is humbling, and that’s a gift.

I had to take a Lyft to the mechanic today. I got in the car and it smelled like poop. In fact, it was so bad that I rolled the window down just so I could tolerate it. Nonetheless, the driver was a friendly, authentic guy, and after I found out he was a musicianContinue reading “The Lyft Driver Musician”

I was in a bad mood while making dinner. The dog kept barking from the living room and not only was it annoying me further, but I couldn’t figure out what was motivating him. I peered over at him a couple times from the kitchen to get a clue, and each time he stopped barking,Continue reading “Creatures of Connection”

I went to IHop yesterday and learned that I am eligible for certain discounted meals because I am over 55. I have a lot of feelings about that. And honestly, I don’t know exactly how to express them.

Okay, I admit it: I have been doing laundry for decades and I still don’t know what “permanent press” is.

Fighting aging is like trying to control the weather, the moon, the sun, or the stars. Nature will always win. Considering this, wouldn’t it make more sense if society celebrated aging instead of shunned it? I’m not implying that we should all let ourselves go as we age, but what about changing our perspective towardContinue reading “Like a Fine Wine”