Author Archives: Old Woman

Falling apart together, part 2

I was up a lot last night with a sick cat. Every time I came back to bed a sleepy man wrapped an arm around me and mumbled something sympathetic. He was really tired because all day long he had … Continue reading

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Falling apart together, part 1

Jerry had heart problems this week. He felt dizzy a couple to times, once after unloading fencing materials from the pickup, and the second time while we were walking with a friend and the dogs in the woods. Between those … Continue reading

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John Gray

  John Gray died this week. He was a couple of years younger than Jerry and I.  My daughter told me via email. He and his wife, Reggie, have been my daughter’s next door neighbors for 25 years in a little English village … Continue reading

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Night life

We are diurnal animals, and when we stay active at night we create environments with lights and sounds that mimic daytime. Night, real dark night, is a parallel world, mostly unknown and often feared. The older I get the more … Continue reading

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The last day of dry dock

The last day of dry dock was yesterday, September 26, 2008. Dry dock lasts for 3 weeks and is the time when our car ferry, which carries about 25 cars, sails off to Seattle for annual repairs, painting, and general … Continue reading

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Early in the Century

My father was born in 1904 in Greenfield, Massachusetts and taken to Europe at the age of 3. He lived in Germany and Italy and was educated in England. He didn’t return to the United States until he was a … Continue reading

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Dog Love

Daisy, our toy poodle, became part of the family 2 years ago, shortly after Jerry and I were married. I bought her, a pocket sized puppy, at the groomers, where I had taken my 15 pound long haired black cat … Continue reading

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When I brush my teeth I think about death

When I was very young I sometimes wondered whether I would live to the end of the century.  I was born in 1932, about a third of the way into the 20th century.  As a kid the idea of being … Continue reading

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