On the tip of my ….
I spent the first 75 years learning the names of everyone and everything, and the next seven and a half years forgetting them.
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memoir
It was a very good year
When I was younger, a teenager perhaps, or aged in my 20s and 30s, my friends and I had conversations about science, philosophy, literature, atheism, film, history, careers, politics. Now I am 80 we talk about cancer, heart attacks, bone breakage, kidney failure, dementia, liver disease, sleep problems, failing senses.
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Age old
When you are young you think, wrongly, that your current pleasant state of health and fitness and mental acuity and a sense of boundless possibilities in the life ahead, will last forever. When you are old the opposite of all that is true.
Goodbyeeeeeee
This morning while waiting for the first potential buyers of this paradise to arrive, a family of 5 Nankeen Kestrels swooped and dived and called over the front garden in a stunning aerial display as if to say – hey, you\’ll be losing us soon, losing all of us, all of this.
Snakes in the grass
Some time ago, oh, I don\’t know, 30 years perhaps, I was moving a small flock of sheep from one area to another. They were well-behaved sheep and easy to work, so they were just moving in a clump before me as I absentmindedly walked behind them. Suddenly I became aware that the flock had
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Some time, never…
Has anyone in real life (not the movies) ever said, in response to some pereceived danger, \”oh well, gotta die some time\”? Of course not, yet somehow script writers have people speaking this sentence all the time.
Hey Greg, me again
These last 20 years I\’ve felt as if I was an extra/patient on the medical tv show \”House\” – the ones who turn up, with odd symptoms that baffle all the doctors except, ultimately, Gregory House himself. But in my 20 episode version, instead of having a different patient every week with new strange diseases,
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Day by day by day.
Hey I am exactly just 100 days short of 29,220 days on this planet. And what days they have been!
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Here we go again!
So, this is my 80th new year\’s eve. Don\’t remember the first few. Well, the first many, really. Doesn\’t matter because they all fall into a small number of categories with a small number of descriptors. The New Year is imagined, anticipated, with Hope, or Fear, or Sadness, or Regret, or Happiness, or Gloom. We