Eating or Exercising

With each day that elapses, growing bored with the homebound menu is a significant risk.  My husband and I are both outstanding cooks, using a theme approach for each night of the week but varying the menu within, including Marinara Monday, Taco Tuesday, Wegetable Wednesday, Thirsty Thursday, Pizza Friday, Seafood Saturday, and Special Sunday. Differentiating…

Boomers Unite

Up until a week ago, I had not even given much consideration to my age or any societal implications of my health.  Being active has been a choice many Boomers made as much for enduring youthful delusion as for a healthy lifestyle choice.  Then, boom – the Boomers became the “elderly” and in some countries…

It is What it is

Sorry, this is a rant…a long and annoying story of repairing the aging body to function at a reasonable level… In November 2018 I was completing physical therapy to improve neck range of motion, knee strength, and balance. During the last session the therapist decided to have me do a sled type pull which at…

Are You Afraid to Die?

Today while participating informally in the church coffee hour, I was waiting in a short line for the regular coffee (our church attendance was only 44 today as it was pouring rain and windy), two gentlemen were chatting.  One of them turned to include me in their conversation and opened with a real conversation stopper.…

How to Make Something Less Salty, Spicy or Over Seasoned

If your dish is over seasoned—say, too salty or too spicy—we have lots of solutions that can get things back on the right track, from bonus toppings to dilution. — Read on food52.com/blog/10046-how-to-save-an-overly-salty-or-spicy-dish We have all had too salty food and tried the old potato truck. It doesn’t work! This article offers many suggestions for…

Bus Station Musings

In a moment of despair, floating through the shadows of self-doubt and mental emptiness, I remembered childhood bus trips to the City. At that time, exploring the world, I was freed from the emptiness of waiting at home, reading in my cardboard refrigerator box, caring for action but enduring the sluggishness of an unstructured summer…