August 1, 2015
Getting old means getting used a lot of things you never even wanted to think about. Cancer used to be a very scary word - by now, it's just ordinary: chemo and radiation followed by periodic check-ups (so far, so good.)
My mother used oxygen tanks for the last couple years of her life. I never wanted that. Now I have the oxygen going whenever I'm home and I'm looking for a handier size to carry with me on the bus - where beautiful Somali girls now stand up to give me THEIR seats (and I'm even grateful.)
My doctor tells me, as age and COPD advance, I'll grow progressively weaker and more dependent; but as long as I can still read and write, I think I'm doing OK.
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December 3, 2015 What a difference a year makes
A year ago in December I had just got out of the hospital and had to go home to the dump where I was living after I had been driven out of my place in Downtown Minneapolis. At that point it seemed like my family and the Twin Cities arts community all stepped in to take care of me.
Later in the Summer, my son Bret came up from North Carolina
Finally, my Granddaughter, Erica Shillock English told us I would soon become a Great grandfather. Unimaginable!
“If you don’t know the exact moment when the lights will go out, you might as well read until they do.”
- from Latest Readings by Clive James