Posts By : scott

A little over a year ago, I stopped eating meat. Since then, I have stuck to a vegetable diet, lost around 15 pounds, and feel both healthier and more energetic. However, I have not really become what most people think of as a vegetarian. My lovely wife, Kelly, is a real vegetarian. When she looks at a cow in the field, she thinks of it with compas

At my last visit, the doctor had me fill out a form for Medicare. Boy, was that a pip! “Do I have trouble running?” I don’t know. ’Haven’t considered running in a very long time. “Do I wear a helmet?” No, but I’ve got a nice Panama hat for summer. “Am I afraid of my spouse?” Can’t say; she’s sitting right here. “How much alcohol do you drink?” Not

As kids playing in the canyons near home, we would hide whenever we saw big kids walking through. Then a day came when I recognized the big kids were my friends from school and realized I wasn’t a little kid anymore. Same sort of thing happened when I was a teenager, young adult, and real adult. At each stage, there was a realization I’d passed ove

We all know successful aging requires adjustments. If we demand of ourselves what we could do at 50 when we are 60 or 70, there will be a price to pay. It’s part of growing older and is unavoidable no matter how fit, healthy, and active we might be. We can call it pacing, accommodation, compromise, or adjustments, but it all means the same thing: m

If it had only happened once or twice, blaming the contractor was probably the right thing to do. After the third time, it was probably my fault. Not that I was unreasonable. I paid the bill; excepting to get what I expected was justified. What did I expect? Professional, courteous service. For them to do what we discussed. What I thought they had

First of all, I have a calendar in my phone and several in my computer. So, right off, we can agree there is no need for a calendar at my desk, plus 2 others on the walls of my home-office. There are others at the back door, in the breakfast nook and the kitchen, on the fireplace mantle, and on my bureau in our bedroom. Eight, non-electric calendar

Next year I will push back my retirement again, for the second or third time. When I was 50, being 62, 65 or 70 sounded so old. The plan was to retire on schedule like my friends, but each time I reached the designated age, it seemed too early. Too soon. Too risky. Ya know, retirement is dangerous. No one comes back alive. I’m blessed with a job I

There are no Christmas carols about taking decorations off the tree or digging holiday lights out of the snow to pack them away. All the joyous memories of past celebrations are filled with the wonderful activities that end about half way through December 25th, just after Christmas dinner, when the last of the relatives have pulled out of the drive

Wanna make someone think you are really old?  Tell a younger person you remember when there were only three television stations and that they stopped broadcasting at the point you were expected to be sleeping and started back up in the morning with a grainy black & white picture of the American flag flapping in the breeze while the national ant

There are, of course, different types and levels of pain.  No one’s pain is better or worse than anyone else’s.  Pain is highly subjective and no matter how empathetic any of us are, our own pain is the most significant.  All this is said to avoid being misunderstood when declaring that pain is remarkably different when we are older.  What’s differ