Father Time is Sneaky

At almost 77, age sort of snuck up on me. I retained some tan, but my eyelids wrinkled and fell. I have fat cheeks that reduced some other potential wrinkles, but, I tip the stadiometer at 5-foot-3 and shrinking. Though you cannot see it, my scoliosis (a spine twisted and turning rightward), arthritis, and hearing are worsening.

I do have a pulse. After all I posted this. Of course, this is just a Google Pixel 3a’s version of my face, a face I have never seen.

I am reminded of Ellen Degeneres’ comment. “My grandmother started walking five miles a day when she was sixty. She’s ninety-seven now, and we don’t know where the hell she is.”


I posted this a little over two months ago, but, I think it’s worth a second take.

Pilgrim on a Long, Long Journey

“I was a late bloomer. But anyone who blooms at all, ever, is very lucky.” Sharon Olds a Pulitzer Prize winning American poet.

Isn’t the fundamental question how one defines human blooming? I think so few people love their job or are loved by their employer, that the bloom may be off the rose for many seeking meaning or blooming at work .

But don’t many of us seek a loving family, a giving community and deep meaning outside of the daily grind? For me it is in my love for our Lord.

As much as I initially enjoyed the work I did for almost 30 years at one corporation, in the end I was overworked and “underfed.” With my home office, late in my career I was under pressure on Saturdays to work.

Sundays I refused to work. Losing that Saturday pressure is one of the precious things about…

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Never a Mistake to Have Loved

“One makes mistakes; that is life. But it is never a mistake to have loved.” Romain Rolland, 20th century French novelist.

The romantic disasters of my youth? One I distinctly remember was this ever so beautiful girl in high school who lied beyond my ability to comprehend. Her “cheating heart” taught me a lot about how painful love could be.

My college girlfriend was spontaneous, funny and just delightful. Ultimately she dragged me though the mud of several years of ups and downs.

On the other hand, those loves were important to maturing my soul. They laid the ground work for deeply loving my spouse, thank God, of many years.