Category: Coronavirus

Swimming in the ocean when there is no ocean

Swimming in the ocean when there is no ocean
Last year at this time Arlene and I were vacationing in Ixtapa, Mexico having rented a gorgeous condominium overlooking the Pacific Ocean. We were re-charging, self-care to the max. This year we’re house bound, self-isolating, currently overlooking about twelve inches of snow and lathering on Tiger Balm after shoveling a path for the mailman. And... Read more »

Summing up, a life of transformation, and a year of change

Summing up, a life of transformation, and a year of change
You’ve heard the saying about aging athletes – he’s lost a step but he more than makes up for it with experience. It’s true in life as well. At about the time the first Social Security check arrives most of us have recognized the transition from the person we used to be to the person... Read more »

As an old dog, I confirm it’s difficult to learn new tricks. But nobody is scoring; we don’t need a perfect ten.

As an old dog, I confirm it’s difficult to learn new tricks. But nobody is scoring; we don’t need a perfect ten.
I was a whiz at memorizing when I was a boy. Learning came easy thanks to a near-photographic mind. I could literally close my eyes and visualize the pages I had read. In high school I breezed through my role in the senior play, never dropping a cue. Same ability in college, ace-ing exams by... Read more »
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Pause, assess, sum up and keep on keeping on

Pause, assess, sum up and keep on keeping on
This pandemic is making me feel like an at-risk parolee wearing an ankle bracelet. I have been a grub worm isolated at home for so long I dress up in a suit to take the re-cycle bin to the curb on Sunday evening. This is not how I wanted to spend the waning time of... Read more »

As the days begin to blend, suddenly you realize, “I’ve already seen that baking show!”

As the days begin to blend, suddenly you realize, “I’ve already seen that baking show!”
Couch potato, nah, I’m more like a Dorito chip lost between the cushions during last February’s Super Bowl, stale, slightly odorous with a green fuzz around the edges. Is it Thursday? Already? How can that be, yesterday it was Sunday, I’m quite sure. It’s a challenge to stay within five pounds of your goal weight,... Read more »

Now, more than ever, the wisdom of the elders is needed

Now, more than ever, the wisdom of the elders is needed
When I awoke Monday morning to the scenes of widespread disregard for the basic underpinning of a lawful society, brazen looters gleefully smashing store windows and flaunting their lawlessness, a host of angry feelings came rushing to the fore. I thought of the loss of good will that had been generated by the Black Lives... Read more »
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Speeding down the highway when suddenly a stoplight appears

Speeding down the highway when suddenly a stoplight appears
We were driving on a super-highway, pedal to the metal, when suddenly we were forced to slam on the brakes and come to a grinding halt. At first, we stifled our annoyance but as time passed, we leaned on the horn to signal our exasperation. But the jam didn’t yield, and it became apparent we... Read more »

Apology to my African-American brother

Apology to my African-American brother
I thought long and hard about writing this post. How do I justify or authenticate an exhortation that cries out for indignation and protest against the racial violence that consumes our country when I am writing this from my plush condo overlooking the lake? And then it comes to me. That is the point of... Read more »

“It’s not my time,” the old man said. “Whose time is it” I asked, “if it’s not yours?”

“It’s not my time,” the old man said. “Whose time is it” I asked, “if it’s not yours?”
The big challenge for me as the weeks of sheltering in place pile up, is to see the idle time as an opportunity to try new things, to stay busy and engaged rather than submit to the lure of the couch and skipped shower and growing a mustache as my ‘big project’ for the shut-in.... Read more »
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Growing a mustache and barnacles on my ass while sheltering in place. But the Guiding Force within is more fiercely alive than ever.

Growing a mustache and barnacles on my ass while sheltering in place.  But the Guiding Force within is more fiercely alive than ever.
Staying at home for days on end is not fun. But I’m in a spacious apartment with my wife, not stuffed with a hundred-plus British soldiers into a 15 x 18 ft Black Hole of Calcutta. I’ve missed out on dinner dates at the city’s fabulous restaurants, but I haven’t missed a meal. And I’m... Read more »