Category: Ageing
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Looking back, looking forward . . .
After a rush of busy, just at the end of 2024 and the beginning of 2025, the doldrums of mid-January are beginning to bite. I rushed around tidying up my workspace in the shed. I got my new Christmas present, a 3D printer, configured and making useful things. I replaced a faulty shower valve, and…
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A new language
This is fun! After a somewhat restless sleep, spent half-awake, half-dreaming about a persistent problem with some web pages I’m sharing responsibility for, I awoke with a simple idea. Why not use emojis as the icons to indicate the various types of files I wish to serve from within cells of a table? They’re small…
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Storm at Sea
So the SongWave Choir have finished their weekend series of concerts, Singing up a Storm, and we exhausted but energised singers are recuperating. After presenting a huge accumulation of metaphors, relating to sea and sand, water and nurture, hearth and home and shelter from the storm, we’ve sung ourselves hoarse. I believe the concerts, which…
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The Taste of Summer
So . . . when you wipe out on water skisgliding across a placid lake in north Ontario —well! You let go of the rope. First.But not before half the lake’s been forceddown your throat and when you gasp up into airyou’re bobbing alone in the middlewhile the boat circles back and you wavecoz you’re…
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The weekly coffee morning . . . for men
Clearly, one needs to be of a certain age to be interested in getting together with a bunch of similar-aged gentlemen of a Monday morning to discuss a panoply of topics that might concern one or another of us. Being retired helps too, of course — busy working people would not be able to spare…
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A musing on a silhouetted vignette
We sat together, my beloved and me, in our warm upstairs room, looking up over the hills behind the house, as the cat, bemused, looked back at us from its perch on the windowsill. The setting sun fired the sky through the dark clouds, and we thought, this is our life here, here in our…
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Coastal Odysseys
Over the past couple of months, we’ve had the opportunity of visiting both west and east coasts of the British Isles: west to the Mull of Galloway; east to Whitley Bay north of Newcastle upon Tyne. We went in our ancient motorhome, Harry Hymer by name. Of course, here in the UK, you’re never far…
Roads to Joy 