I know I'm old

In the market  I went looking for a small bottle of ketchup.  That never happened when my boys were about.
We buy apples in threes, one for him and one for me, and one for whom ever enjoyed their first. Then we shop again.

Recently the maple syrup went moldy.

"How long has it been since we made pancakes?" he asked.

Remaining relevant

The original goal of this blog was to document and share the journey into old age. I fail miserably at it. I know I have crested and am gaining momentum but for the most part,so far, my days go on and I am oblivious to where I am on the pathway... until I am not. Then I plan to share but it seems so trivial or it doesn't seem trivial at all and I am frightened and like a child if I say it, it is true. So I don't

I was reading old XUP postings- gawww I miss THAT jeune fille! and thought of linking to several of her posts but stummbled across this, which brought tears to my eyes but also joy to my heart.


Days with my Father

Fall 2008

Afterwards. . .

silver whorls upon your chest, near where my head I lay to rest
what else are those old man's pyjamas keeping from me?

Age Gap

Is there anything so wonderful as sex on a Sunday afternoon?
OH.You.Don't.Know.
You have children