Category Archives: aging
Wisconsin Time – Preparing for the Move: The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly
Monday, June 7, 2021 Everybody’s fleeing!! Well, not really. The Saturday of Memorial Day weekend, a U-Haul truck pulled into the cul-de-sac and was parked to receive stuff. When I woke up Sunday morning, there was another one. Busy, busy, … Continue reading
Posted in aging, Wisconsin Time
Tagged Amazon, Extended stay hotel, garage sale, Moving, packing and purging, phone trees, Two Men and a Truck, U.S. Postal Service, UHaul, Wisconsin
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Wisconsin Time – Relocating to Wisconsin
Tuesday, May 4, 2021 Twelve weeks ago, I had no idea I would be relocating to Wisconsin. But after Mom passed away on March 2nd, I started thinking, “Now what?” One evening a group of us were talking about traveling, … Continue reading
Posted in aging, Wisconsin Time
Tagged elderly orphan, gal pals, Hygge, independent living community, leaving Missouri, Madison, Middleton, one last adventure, relocation, Wisconsin, Zoom
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Parental Journal 120 from Planet Elderly: Last Kiss
Wednesday, March 10, 2021 (This is the final “Parental Journal” entry for this blog.) On Monday, March 1, I received my last kiss from my mom. It was the first day visitors were allowed to schedule visits again, and I … Continue reading
DOWN ON THE FARM: A PIGGY EPISODE
February 13, 2021 Among my group of gal pals, there is Lynette. Petite, feisty, funny, and compassionate, she is a joy to us all, and we love to hear her stories about growing up in a large family. As today’s … Continue reading
Posted in aging, Nostalgia
Tagged Fantasia, farm, pig adventures, pig pen, rural Missouri
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WAITING – a meditative prose poem by Gail Hauswirth
Saturday, January 30, 2021 (My friend, Gail Hauswirth, gave me permission to share what she refers to as a “musing.”) “Those that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall rise up on wings as an eagle. They … Continue reading
Posted in aging, God, Pandemic Times, Poetry
Tagged God, Isaiah, meditation, patience, prose poem, suffering, vaccines, waiting
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I’m Now an Official Resident of Planet Elderly
On March 2, 2016, a mere eight days ago, I turned 70. That’s the magic number I use to define “elderly,” although I know others might disagree, especially those in their 70s. When I taught at a community college I … Continue reading
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