Leaping Into My [New] Future --- By Building On My Past
/Eventually, of course, the haze of my exhausted stupor gave way and I was forced to ask the Important Question: "What next?"
Read MoreOn Aging: Talking to Myself
/The Husband is thirteen years older than me -- he'll be 74 in late October. His hearing sucks in a serious way. But like every oldster who's slowly going deaf, he insists --- LOUDLY --- that he's not the problem. The rest of us are. We mumble. Every last one of us.
He's adorable but he can't hear for shit.
Okay. Whatever. (Promise me, please, that the first time the words "My hearing is fine. YOU'RE MUMBLING" come out of my mouth, some one of you will put me out of my misery.)
The upshot is that entirely too often --- as in: at least once a day --- I'll have been talking to him for a few minutes about whatever interesting thing has happened past my brain that day. And realize that he's staring off into space. He's not heard a single fucking word I've said. Not one.
I been standin' at the stove talkin' to myself.
Why, yes, there are moments when I think "For fuck's sake, I might as well live alone."
Depression: The Roulette That Never Stops Rolling
/Understanding doesn't alleviate grief, but when it's born of living with and loving someone depressed, then it's understanding that rests on a foundation of compassion. And sorrow.
Read MoreThe Fact Is: It's All About The Beer. And The Brain.
/With every sip, dear reader, one imbibes a startling, lively swash of social, economic, and political creativity.
Read MoreUtopias of Beowulf
/In my hotel room was a bucket of what I believe is known as swag (again, swag is not me): three bottles of beer, including a big-boy, corked bottle of American Kriek. (Which, no, I didn't taste and sure couldn't take back on the plane. Imagine the tears flowing from my eyes.)
Read MoreRandom. Summer. Twilight. Obama.
/And he eliminated a significant albatross from our collective psyche. So what if he wasn't the best president ever?
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