He Was 89

Aged 89, my father-in-law died unexpectedly early Monday morning (nothing to do with the stupid virus insofar as we know) at his home here in London.

While We Are Staying In

We should sensibly (wherever we are in the world) wash our hands more than usual and minimize human contact, and stay home if possible - especially if we feel the slightest bit unwell, particularly because this COVID-19 virus seems to be quite fatal to those over age 75. So where better for us to spend time "self-isolating" than here on the net? 🙂

These Weeks

I admit I have never so had the s-it scared out of me as I have felt at times since March. I did not even feel the same about my father's 2014 heart failure (from which he recovered), or even my mother's and my uncle's deaths in 2015. These have been the most unsettling weeks in my life.

A Healthy Experience

My wife had to have a minor (we hope) procedure and *chose* to have it yesterday rather than a weekday. She was offered the option of the Sunday appointment and we had supposed the hospital would be quieter and so it might all be a bit less stressful. "Quieter" turned out to be, well, an understatement.

Moments Of Life

I do get it. I don't live in a "la-la land"; and I believe most other people out here actually don't.

Flowers On The Edge

I entitled this post "Flowers On The Edge" at the last minute because I had felt she was much like a lovely flower and always living on the cutting edge of life - determined to live well no matter what.

Up From The Ruins

The holiday happiness all around me was not making me happier; it was getting on my nerves. I'm unhappy with certain other extended "family" so-called relationships as well. Other life issues are also frustrating me. It all became an angry jumble, bubbling under my surface as the day wore on. I was "overheating."

After A Brief “Exile”

Macmillan grumbled that life had lost a huge joy if one is unable to read. Whenever I have those moments, I understand that feeling. It's truly awful - an isolating and even lonely feeling - being unable to enjoy a book.

Shouting For Help Into The Internet Void

I thought, too, that she seemed to be about my niece's age - in her young 20s. To feel/be so "alone" in her view of the world at that age as to even remotely consider doing that to herself? Her whole life ahead of her? With the whole world out there?

Request To My Followers: Please Visit This Woman’s Post

Let's keep her busy. Please consider following her and commenting. Please like her post. Let's make her phone buzz endlessly.

To Each Of You

From the outside, often it looked cool and glamorous (I remember sitting star-struck at him once telling me about meeting Sean Connery)...

We Should Be Grateful We’re Flying…But Still…

True, the cabin might not have been perfectly comfortable. We do have it so much easier in terms of travel than those of centuries' past, of course.

Two Years Ago Today

My mom died on October 26, 2015.

The Widower

Yesterday, I was having what I had thought was an innocuous FaceTime with my father. There was our usual current discussion of the weather in his northeast Pennsylvania, and any snow - including what is up at our house in the Catskills. There was also the required exchange about what the new U.S. president is … Continue reading The Widower

Once Upon A Time, There Were Only Blogs…

We don't think a lot about it. But we have to remind ourselves how potentially dangerous spending too much time in front of screens may be. By midday Friday, I found myself developing a terrible headache. Too much time writing and staring at my Microsoft Surface in recent days had probably been the main culprit. … Continue reading Once Upon A Time, There Were Only Blogs…