Begging Your Pardon
My mother-in-law lived with us for quite a few years. For the last years, I was working from home and when she fell and broke her hip, I became her caregiver. Over the years there were a few trips to the hospital. Most of those trips, I took her. When she broke her hip,…
The Visit
My brother and sister-in-law tried to tell us, but we paid no attention. The snickers behind the words of warning should have told us everything we needed to know. We brushed it off. Dismissed it. Said, “It will be fine.” Then it happened. My niece, her husband, and three children ages 10, 9, and…
What’s Cookin’?
If it was up to me, I’d get rid of every cookbook in the kitchen. I enjoy cooking, especially baking, but between cookbooks, recipe boxes, and recipes cut from magazines and shoved into notebooks and folders—most of which sound good but will never be made—it’s too much clutter. Of course, there are favorites that…
Yard Works
Part of my inspiration for downsizing is that now that I am retired and have the time to take care of the yard, there are things I’d rather be doing with my time than taking care of the yard. We live in a rural neighborhood with large lots. We have at least an acre…
Downsizing
Lately, I’ve been in downsizing/decluttering mode. Maybe it’s that being retired and at home, I see all the stuff we’ve collected over the years. It’s not that we’re hoarders, there’s just a lot of stuff we never use. Beside our own stuff, we have an in-law suite attached to our house. My mother-in-law lived…
Legacy–Or, That Will Leave a Mark
With retirement, the subjects of pensions and Wills and beneficiaries raise thoughts of legacy. What is my legacy? What do I want my legacy to be? How do I want to be remembered? Will I be remembered? Will anyone care that I’m gone? Or will I be like that portrait hanging in an antiques…
Family and Friends
It’s been five years now since my father passed. My mother needed a memory care facility. The house was sold, and my parents’ most personal items were brought to one of my brothers’ homes so we could go through it together. I thought about many things while going through the remnants of my…
Wingin’ It
My morning walk was interrupted the other day when I got the text from my wife, “OMG, there’s a bird in the basement.” There are two sets of French doors going from our basement onto a patio. She was preparing to paint the trim in the basement and while taping around one of the…
’22 In Review
Part 6-the final look back In the final years of my father’s life, he was on a bunch of medications—like 17 or 18 different meds. Most were for various ailments he was dealing with; others were to counteract the side effects of some of those medications. Some he had to take a certain amount…
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Ramblings Of An Old Guy 