Tag aging
The slowing down of the brain is inevitable. What I meant to say is, the slowing down of the brain with age is inevitable. I’ve become absentminded lately. In fact, just yesterday, while preparing a turkey sandwich for my son, I took a jar of mayonnaise out of the fridge and forgot to use it. […]... mehr auf mainstreetmusingsblog.wordpress.com
Goose bumps on his purple skin. He heard the motor rumbling, but at such distance he could not distinguish if it were a yellow Caterpillar, or a green John Deere. The person in the white lab-coat running around in muddy boots, must be the archeologist leading the excavations. What precious treasures could they be digging […]... mehr auf merrillius.wordpress.com
Rebecca und Mirian Lamberth sprechen darüber, warum 50 sein super ist, über Schönheitsideale und wie sich diese in Instagram-Zeiten verändern. Was macht Menschen schön? Was lässt sie hässlich wirken? Wie halten die beiden es mit Anti Aging?
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I have been stuck in this tiny world of mine for way too long. I don’t really have friends and I don’t visit family. I work and go home. Lately, I have been feeling trapped in this tiny world of mine. I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed, but I am smart enough to […]... mehr auf grannyreports.wordpress.com
It’s been a while since I posted. I really did intend to post more often, but time somehow just keeps flying by and I get nothing important done and have very little to say. I thought I would just ramble on about things I’ve been doing. I have had a lot of lower back pain […]... mehr auf grannyreports.wordpress.com
ace In the still place I seek truth is beauty but beauty isn’t poetry. It’s more. Sleek meters and curved sound, tapestries of tale, description’s torc of rolled gold: All of that just gets me up to the … Continue reading →... mehr auf blueoran.wordpress.com
Time and age. We are fast we are strong. We are young we are bold. What we were is what they are. What they will be Is what we are. ©... mehr auf bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com
I hope you all are surviving the heat this summer. It has left me a total slug and I don’t even want to move! I have fond memories of being a child and loving this kind of heat. I would sit on the hot sidewalk on a 100 degree day and read or draw on […]... mehr auf grannyreports.wordpress.com
(Written 20 April 2012) I am suffering from weltschmerz, a condition my father often had when we lived five awful years on the wrong side of the Gowanus Parkway at Third Avenue and 48th Street in Brooklyn—before we returned home … Continue reading →... mehr auf pavellas.wordpress.com
I find it hard to believe we are on the last week of April. So many people are saying how slow time is going and how bored they are. Me? I have been loving the time off! I hate that the time off is because of the pandemic, though. It has given me a taste […]... mehr auf grannyreports.wordpress.com
I have noticed a funny feeling that started gradually, but seems to be picking up speed. It’s hard to put into words. I guess the best way to describe it is a fracturing of myself. I’m not as connected to this person I used to be. I’m slowly tearing apart from that person. My body […]... mehr auf grannyreports.wordpress.com
I’ve been younger, fitter and had better eye sight. But the value of me has not decreased with the changes in me. I know this. (c)... mehr auf bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com
Now that I’m retired, work and home life are one and the same! HAHA! Work for me is cleaning the house, yard work, and making the small monthly budget work. Home life is reading, playing video games, and watching shows. Sounds like a dream come true? it really was for about a year and now […]... mehr auf grannyreports.wordpress.com
Retiring and Finding Meaning – From volunteering to part time work, Free seminar at the Plymouth Council on Aging set for Tuesday, May 9 Plymouth, MA, April 08, 2023 — Perhaps you are thinking about
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ace In the still place I seek truth is beauty but beauty isn’t poetry. It’s more. Sleek meters and curved sound, tapestries of tale, description’s torc of rolled gold: All of that just gets me up to the rough oak … Continue reading →... mehr auf blueoran.wordpress.com
Young and soft faces overwhelmed by struggles
Seasoned and scarred hearts see with experienced eyes... mehr auf noelliesplace.wordpress.com
I remember someone telling me, or I read it someplace, (I can’t remember) that time goes faster as you age. Now, I know time doesn’t really go faster or slower, it stays the same. But boy-and-howdy it sure seems like it has been going faster as I age! I get up and do a few […]... mehr auf grannyreports.wordpress.com
Some days, I just wake up feeling old. Today is one of those days. I somehow hurt my lower back, AGAIN. To be fair, it isn’t that hard to make it flare up. I was stupid as a kid and kept climbing trees. I fell out of one of those trees twice in two years […]... mehr auf grannyreports.wordpress.com
It is so incredibly hard for me to ask for help. A couple of years ago, finances were so bad I finally broke down and got on the SNAP program because I couldn’t face another bowl of Ramen noodles! That was my main food day in and day out. I actually started gagging on them […]... mehr auf grannyreports.wordpress.com
I Don’t Know, Sink Crazies Maybe?... mehr auf aguycalledbloke.wordpress.com
space Alone he roamed the Hyperborean North And wandered along the snowy banks of the Don Or through the barren frozen fields on the sides Of Piphean mountains, in grief for his lost wife And Hades’ empty promise. — Virgil, … Continue reading U... mehr auf blueoran.wordpress.com
So, I was going to actually post more on my little blog, but apparently my last post was around New Years! How does time go so fast!? I swear I went to bed on New Year’s Eve and woke up on March 15th. Time never changes, right? I mean, it passes at the same speed […]... mehr auf grannyreports.wordpress.com
I remember I used to draw spirals a lot when I was a kid. I have no idea why, really, unless I somehow knew I would feel this is how life goes. Maybe I felt the effects of the spiral sensation even when I was young. I run along the path, going in circles. The […]... mehr auf grannyreports.wordpress.com
Dear bladder, Pardon my language, but what the freak is wrong with you? You do fantastic all day and cause me little trouble. But, between the hours of 11pm and 4am you decide you have to empty several times? Really? I respectfully request that you get that all over with by 10pm. Your cooperation is […]... mehr auf grannyreports.wordpress.com
Man kann es drehen und wenden wie man will: Wir alle werden älter, und mit der Zeit sieht man das auch. Ja und? Leider leben wir (immer noch) in einer Zeit des Jugendwahns, und da hat man wenig zu Lachen, wenn die Krähenfüße und Zornesfalten uns angeblich weniger leistungsfähig und agil wirken lassen. Aber sollte … … ... mehr auf konsumkaiser.com
I remember being in the supermarket round about when I was 34 and the kids were 4 and 2. I could still fit both of them in the little sitting area of the grocery cart and I would soon learn … Continue reading →... mehr auf thecougarden.wordpress.com
What does this mean? I think it means to be true to your core values and to work towards goals that are important to you. It can make life more meaningful and enjoyable. I think that is what happiness is! Don’t wait for a “purpose” to magically appear, but live each day driven by your […]... mehr auf grannyreports.wordpress.com
Come sit, hear what the elders have to say
As did we in an ancient, wiser day... mehr auf timelessclassics.wordpress.com
Interpretation is dangerous when you are given words that fill previously scorched pages... mehr auf noelliesplace.wordpress.com
If given a chance I’d hold on to right now This very minute Much much much Longer. The future can wait. I’m in no hurry to see it. It makes today the past. ©... mehr auf bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com
Up at 3 am, again. Bad dreams wake me and my bladder insists to be emptied. “Can’t you wait another couple of hours?” I plead. But, no, my bladder needs assistance now. By the time I get back to my bedroom, I am awake enough that it will be a chore to sleep. I try. […]... mehr auf grannyreports.wordpress.com
I met this old fella once. He was old in every sense of the word. He looked like one of those old miner 49er characters. He wasn’t very tall. His beard was long and dirty white and dirty grey. His hair was combed back with his hand and stayed where he put it because of […]... mehr auf bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com
I missed Jazz in last week’s photos; he wasn’t very cooperative, and all his pictures were blurry. So I ’ve dedicated a post to him. He’s about 95% blind, deaf, arthritic, and almost 16 years old. He had a melanoma removed a couple of months ago and is […]... mehr auf peacewithmylife.com
I have been trying to find people from my past. People I worked with 40 years ago that I was very fond of. I can picture a few of them so perfectly, and they were such nice people. Why, then, can’t I remember their names? The names are just gone from my memory. POOF! I […]... mehr auf grannyreports.wordpress.com
Popping in to say hello! I was ill off and on for a week. I am not going to let it derail me! I am making big changes in my life and it is scary but I am going to face that fear and plunge ahead. It’s time to stop worrying about what others might […]... mehr auf grannyreports.wordpress.com
This one is dedicated to those many who continue to create in the face of sometimes dramatic physical health issues and disabilities. Be as well as you can be. You are valued. There are two videos included here. If you are reading this post from an email subscription, it’s likely that you’ll have to link […]... mehr auf intothebardo.wordpress.com
Hacking the Universe... mehr auf secondhandsurfer.wordpress.com
space It was coming on Christmas 40 years ago when I found myself alone with Dena in her bedroom, down at the end of a dark hall in her parents’ high-rise over Lake Shore drive: A bitter cold night, wind … Continue reading →... mehr auf blueoran.wordpress.com
