I know, I’m 67, soon to be 68, years old. But to this point I’ve never truly considered myself “old” in the normal sense of the word. And yeah, I know age is a state-of-mind, you’re-only-as-old-as-you-feel, insert-cliche-here. I’ve never felt old despite the evidence to the contrary. With this recently uncovered health issue (systolic heart
Author: sheilaned
Over the past three years I’ve written, ad nasuem some might suggest, about my incredible good fortune at having a wonderful 35 year marriage, then finding a phenomenal new woman who was willing to marry me, acquiring a new family replete with grandkids, relocating to what might be one of the most beautiful spots in
In a long list of “stuff than could happen”, concerns about my health have rarely, if ever, occupied space in my noggin. “Other” people get sick, not me. I’m the one who keeps on plugging along, caring for the sick and being supportive. After a month-long stretch of being dog-tired to the point of fatigue,
I started writing this blog after the death of my late wife of 35 years, as a means of both coping with that terrible loss after a very good marriage, as well as a mechanism to write to others in similar situations of loss and let them know how I cope with things and maybe
My brother, Tom, died a few weeks ago. It wasn’t unexpected at all, maybe a tiny bit sooner than projected but that horrible old nemesis, cancer, once again had its way with people that I love. Proving, conclusively, that cancer doesn’t give two hoots about how I feel or what I think. Tom was 65,
“Hi, I’m Ed” I announced to the lady who appeared to be running things at the big band rehearsal. She smiled, and said “Nicole … nice to meet you”, while gesturing to the back of the rehearsal space. “I have you set up back here”, a half grin appearing on her face. “Wouldn’t have it
Sheila realized, pretty early on, that my propensity for mindless blathering (both IRL and here online) was going to lead to major disruptions in her prior “private” status. Before Sheila met me she led a kinda quiet, low-profile existence, preferring to stay incognito when it came to social media things. Of course, that all went
I am, like, 100% officially retired. No daily job reporting, no conference calls, no site visits (well, at least not in the traditional sense … more about that later), so aside from letting Sheila know what I’m doing every day, my time is actually my own to squander as I see fit. So why does
I have previously written about my weight challenges and the steps undertaken to get rid of the excess me …. I was WELL above 340 pounds with a darn good argument to be made for 360 at my peak. I hit my lowest weight (as an adult) in early fall of 2016 at 233 pounds, at
I’ve been a musician my whole life, had a modicum of success (in a “small-fish-in-a-tiny-pond” kind of way), now enjoying retirement where I don’t need to accept lousy gigs just to pay the electric bill, and over all of those years I’ve met, played with, listened to, and been inspired by a great number of
