What Is Elderly?

On a morning walk my wife Jennifer said “I read something irritating. They said they were elderly.” I asked “How old were they?” She replied,”Late 60s, 67 and 69.” To which I started to laugh. We’re 62. We are elderly.

Or are we? We are old. But elderly? That has a connotation of being fragile with diminished capacity. We feel pretty vital.

What do you think is meant by elderly?

A Year Ago

It was a tough time. My father in law was in a rehab center. Jennifer had both of us in bad states. On this day I started to write. How else could I relearn how to write? And so I did. In three weeks I filled up 100 pages of progressively better handwriting. One thing I did not do was watch TV. OK, I did watch one PBS documentary and one movie. But I couldn’t take it. I wrote instead. And spent time with Mom, and Cheryl mostly. Other relatives also came by. But mostly I wrote. And thought about what was ahead.

You have to start someplace.

First writing after my stroke.

2019 September 1

It´s a new month. I promised on August 1 to update you. In July it was Watercolor Month. August became a writing month, specifically Blog It Month. So far so good. There are lots of posts, nearly one every day, on a variety of topics. Mark it down as a success.

This inspiration came from Austin Kleon and his book Keep Going. In it he advises to do a little bit every day, to share what you find, and (well) Keep Going. thing

I´ve chosen a thing to do for September. I´ll tell you about it in October. Why wait to tell? I´m following the advice of putting my energies into doing it, not talking about doing it.

Social Security Day

Well hot dog. I´m 62. I can now collect Social Security payments from the US Government. If I want. Which I don´t. So far I do better at living off of my savings at a rate of perpetually sustainable withdrawals.

It´s a great feeling to have my savings investments growing faster than it is depleted. WARNING: past results are no indication of future returns. But still, I´ve the happy feeling today.

Other than that, there is nothing special about turning another year older. Well there is the marveling at people who do not know about what seems commonplace. Like rotary phones. Or library cards, getting filled up. Or life before computers. Or being able to call up your crush and hang up in being scared, and they couldn´t know who had called. Or clams for a buck a pound. Yes, so many bits of my past. About to fade into no longer memory.

I have a couple more decades. Looking forward to them.

My Blessings

I get to go on Jury Duty. Though in truth my name has ever been pulled up to leave the waiting room. Today I was among the people let go at noon. But still, I listed to them calling names for a jury pool in vain.

I had my hopes up
to be called, to be chosen
summertime sent home

Quick Haiku, in need of work

It should also be noted that Chris “Bicycling will save us” Collins reminds me of something I remember.

@chris_in_cal: @MichaelRpdx When counting your blessings don’t forget ‘My radiant full thick wavy head of hair’.

Chris Collins, on Twitter
Happy Day, Well until I’m sent home

PS – I’ve extended my streak of not being called. Next time up when I’m 64.



After driving back from Salem it was kinda late. 7:00ish or so. I wanted food. But I wanted a walk too. There was a place, a mile away, I could go there, so I did.

I grabbed my backpack, which was with me, put it on and started up hill. Then up more hill, to the flats of Boise Street. That’s where the destination was, right where Boise intersects with Foster Blvd. It’s a remodeled street with occasional pedestrian crossings. It was a quiet night, there was no traffic to speak of, certainly none on Boise. Just a car on 52nd Ave, who stopped and waved me to cross. I waved and mouthed “thank you.” In fact I was in a hurry, walking as fast as I comfortably can. At Foster I passed by the Fopo Tavern where I’d never been but need to, and past the Tambayan, where I had been, but too long ago. Soon I was at the spot where one of the street crossing is. Press the button, and flashing yellow light go on. A voice points out that traffic may not stop, so be careful (in English and Spanish). But they did stop. Yay! for traffic and their lights.

It was time for Char, a new pizza place. Another pizza place? Portland has plenty. There are eight within a mile of where we live. Jennifer had observed the plants outside weren’t kept up. I’d read a positive review. So I was ready to give it a try. It wa Is mostly empty. But I spotted a rack of pizza by the slices. To cut it to the short description, I had Hellspawn, Secret Agent Chubbsmcgee, and Pepprmint. I’m sure in the future I’ll have Feral Cat. Two of the three were vegetarian and fantastic. I

OK, I truthfully could have done well on just one slice. But I wanted to try a couple to find out what the place was like, and the last one, well it was just coming out of the oven. Fresh Pie!

It was a good thing to have walked. So I started to stroll home. It seemed like a lot of houses were dark. I’ll need to go out at night again, and check on how lit up the area is. As I got home I looked up and saw brightly shining starts. It seemed to be Jupiter and Saturn. Watching over (??) Portland in the late summer.

Back inside, it felt good. Jennifer and I will walk on over when she’s back.

Frittata for Breakfast

Hash browns, hash browns with gravy, smashed potatoes, plain old fried potatoes. There are many ways to have potatoes for breakfast. Lately, I’ve been making them frittata style for breakfast.

Here’s how I make them.

For each person eating:
Have 1 medium-sized potato, boiled up to doneness
grate them into a bowl
add two eggs
beat them up until, well you’ll know.
Add salt and pepper to taste.

That’s the basics.

To the basics add:
finely chopped onions
chopped red or yellow bell pepper
some salsa or hot sauce
or whatever you like

Put it in a skillet preheated to slightly more than medium with a generous coating of olive oil and/or butter. After a little bit, put a cover on it.

Perhaps you’ll want to top them with grated cheese. We used a “mature” cheddar cheese from Great Briton. It’s harder than normal cheese, but not as hard as parmesan, which would also be great. Or a spoonful of soft cheese, treat it like butter and syrup. Tomatoes, roughly chopped, added near the end of cooking is great. I’m sure you can added more things.

Well, that’s how I’ve made them. I’ll be making more soon.

Taking Your Own Advice

Back in 2017 I created this post stub. Then it read just two things. Exercise and Writing. There it would wait. Especially writing. Ahem.

And there it sat. Waiting for me to come back and follow my own advice. Get more exercise, worry less. Um, yeah. Wait, did I write “Exercise, Worry” or “Exercise, Writing”? Um, err, well there is more to do of both.

How do you follow your own advice.

List of Lists

A To Do lists in not one that I have. But there are a few. Like these.

  • Areas of Obsession
  • Authors
  • Bad Influences
  • Cars Owned
  • Celebrity Crushes
  • Countries Visited
  • Earworms
  • Fall Foods
  • Frission Songs
  • Irritations
  • Lessons Not Learned
  • Movie Moments
  • Nostalgic Items
  • Photographers
  • Pivitol Life Events
  • Places I’ve Lived
  • Scars
  • Spring Foods
  • States I’ve Lived In
  • Summer Foods
  • Things Found After Buying New
  • Things I Adore
  • Things I Dont Do Well
  • Things I Dont Share with Peers
  • Things I Dont Understand
  • Things I Wish I Liked Better
  • Things That Make Me Cry
  • Tribes
  • Trivia About Me
  • Why I Like
  • Winter Foods
  • Women Mentors