No Time for a Holiday

Yesterday was Easter Sunday. It also was a sunny, warm day. My spouse remains sick, so we could not do anything together. I really miss having his help, especially with physical labor and painting. Of all the trades, I like painting least of all. But my spouse can barely get between the bedroom and the chair where he sits most of the day in our family room, so there was no way that he could help me with some painting that had to be done.

I also do not follow any organized religion, so there was no reason to go to a church. Working full time during the week leaves me very little time on weekends to get things done. So yesterday was not a holiday — it was a full-on work day.

I pulled on my work boots and…
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Outlook: Enrichening or Depressing Experience?

Readers of this blog are aware that my spouse remains ill with an ongoing, persistent, chronic set of physically debilitating conditions caused by an infection that can’t be beat. So far, medical treatment, change of diet, consultation with allied health professionals, and much more have not resolved these problems and he remains in bad shape.

A close friend of mine was asking about him, and said, “I’d find that depressing to deal with day in and day out.”

Like a “glass half full or half empty” outlook,…
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Time to Trade Me In?

Back in the olden days when my spouse and I grew up, it was common for people to buy a car, drive it for two to four years, then trade it in for a newer model. Cars back then held much more value than they do today, and trade-ins were commonplace, as well as paying cash for the difference in price of a new car.

The thought of a trade-in applies in a way to me, personally.

For years, whenever I did something dumb and noticed that my spouse would roll his eyes, I would turn to him and say, deadpan, “Time to trade me in for a newer model?”

My spouse would smile, laugh, and say,
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What a Biker Does When It Snows

As forecast, snow began to fall Sunday afternoon. By then, I had completed all of my work to care for my spouse and senior pals for the weekend.

I especially enjoyed lunch at a friend’s house. This friend lost both legs while serving in the Army. He had completed rehab, and some buddies and I remodeled his house to make it more suitable for someone who gets around both in a wheelchair and also using prosthetic legs. He invited us over for lunch, which he made himself, to show off his abilities. His smile said it all, and I was grateful to be able to help him and his family.

So now that it was “officially” becoming a winter wonderland again, what did this biker do?
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Living Prepared on the Yo-Yo

This has been a winter that won’t quit. It has been trying to quit, but refuses to do so.

Three weeks ago, 60F (15.5C). I rode my Harley. Followed by 12 inches (30cm) of snow a few days later. Then one week ago, 62F (16C). I rode my Harley. It remained pleasant enough so that I could ride my Harley to work for two more days. Followed by the coldest windiest day this entire winter with wind speeds in excess of 50mph (80kph) with air temps at 10F (-12C) making the wind chill (“feels like”) temperature at -12F (-17C).

Then yesterday, it reached a balmy 65F (18C)! What did I do?
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Weekends are Too Short

I have failed. I have tried for decades to convince the PTB* to exchange the work week with the weekend. That is, give us five days for the weekend and two days for the work week (and, of course, be paid the same pay for two eight-hour days as I earn for five.) LOL, hasn’t worked yet.)

This past weekend was no exception to the “crammed” but productive life I lead.
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Aging Alone

I was asked by a blog follower to comment on aging alone. As many readers of this blog know, I look after a rather large cadre of older people who I call my “senior pals.” These people are neighbors and friends of my family, then friends of theirs, then friends of friends of friends… my senior network has grown over time — mostly because I cannot say “no” to a kind face and warm heart.

But this post is not about me or what I do to volunteer my time outside of work. It is about the issue of how older people deal with aging alone.
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