Every Day is Covid Day

My husband got his first shot through U of Penn Hospital, who reached out to him, since he has been a patient. He’s due to get his second March 11.  Despite our signing me up at half a dozen sites, however, I hadn’t gotten mine yet. Philadelphia is...

As the Blog Turns

Sheltering in place brings up a lot of the same stuff as living in retirement, which, after all, is sheltering mostly in place, mainly because you have nowhere scheduled to go. And going back to basics as we old geezers know from experience – and a lot of...

Sleepless in Fishtown

Last night entailed a lot of tossing and turning.  For one, I was woken up at 4 in the morning as sometimes happens in a geriatric person like myself, by a major cramp in my left calf.  It starts when I’m still asleep but one leg feels this irresistible urge to...

My Pristine Brain

So, a couple months ago around noon, I was sitting at my computer.  As I stood up to go over to my husband’s desk at the other end of the room, I suddenly felt the room spinning.  “Whoa, I’m dizzy,” I said.  I dropped down onto the couch, but that didn’t make it much...

Don’t Remove Your Card

We’re planning on going to the supermarket for our weekly run, but my husband’s on the computer, where he can be for long periods of time.  So, I busy myself watering plants, unloading the dishwasher, doing anything to fill up the time until he’s ready to go.  This...

Thoughts on thinking

I read an article about a month and a half ago by Frank Bruni, entitled “The Meaning of Tony Romo, Super Bowl Psychic” and can’t seem to get it out of my head.  Bruni waxes eloquent about Tony Romo’s proven ability to foretell what plays will be made and who will...