• #8 The Beauty of Being Old

    8 The Beauty of Being Old (Not elderly. Elderly sounds as if we might get over it. That we might ease our way back to being middle-aged. No way. We’re OLD. And proud of it!) This year we were away during seed planting time. When we arrived home, there was a sale going on at…

  • #9 The Beauty of Being Old

    I enjoy ambling or galumping (depending on what state my aging bones and muscles are in) on long summer evenings. I’m determined to suck up the warm evening experience while I still can. In winter, at 8pm, it’s cold, slippery and dark. When winter comes I will have to go back on the treadmill to…

  • #7 The Beauty Of Being Old

    I’ve never been a natural athlete; I’m just too uncoordinated. But senior’s carpet bowling is a forgiving sport. SUNDAY BRUNCH WITH FELLOW CARPET BOWLERS Sunday brunch with senior carpet bowling buddies.We throw our bowls on Mondays at the Legion hall.A rousing sport for arthritic, wrinkled seniors,We take our pills then toddle to the Legion hall.We…

  • The Beauty of Being Old

    6 The Beauty of Being Old. “It appears that upon reaching maturity, which I define as life after eighty, a transformation occurs that diminishes one’s ego significantly. Some individuals tend to repeat lengthy stories, almost verbatim, to their audience. Conversely, I experience memory lapses, forgetting key words during conversations, which leaves my listeners awaiting clarification…

  • #5 The Beauty of old Age 5 The Beauty of Being Old What a lovely morning it was yesterday! Blue sky with layerings of tumoultuos clouds and all sorts of cute fluffy ones, with plenty of room for the sun to shine through. Many of the Nechako Valley hayfields were still green and growing, with…

  • #4 The Beauty of Old Age

    THE BEAUTY OF OLD AGE When you get past your 80th birthday, you begin to appreciate the tiny differences between insects. After all they are a part of this wonderful world we call Earth and some are quite helpful. In my younger years, I would swat, spray or squish every bug that entered my domain.…

  • #3 The Beauty of Being Old

    For 87 years I’ve resided on this not-very-big planet that wobbles  in a slightly eliptical orbit around the huge gaseous source of heat, light and other basic necessities that is the sun. At the same time, our Earth spins on its axis in a 24 hour pattern, along with its own satellite which is the…

  • #2 THE BEAUTY OF BEING OLD

    At the age of 87 I can finally “let it all hang out.” I can talk about how my mind functions similar to a slide show. One slide at a time. When I turn a burner on the stove I need to also set the timer. Otherwise if the phone rings, or if an interesting…

  • The Beauty of Being Old

    My entire life has been about striving to make others happy and maintaining friendships. Now that I’m 87 I realise there are people who do not need me to be their friend, they are doing quite well in their own lives. Their interests do not coincide with my own strongly held convictions and they are…

  • THE OMINECA COUNTRY

    Some of the lyrics to this song are in our history book A SONG OF THE OMINECA In the northwest corner of my heartThere’s a place where it yearns and achesFor the Omineca CountryFor the rivers and the lakes From the Babine to the FraserThrough the gently hilled terrainWhen the wild geese fly in the…