Musings on Aging

The most recent version of me.

Hello everyone,

I hope all is well with you.

It’s grey out,

and that is a little bit,


the greyness.

I feel ok,

but greyness,

makes me think,

a little,


a little darker,

makes me a little bit,


I combat it,

I play loud music,

loud happy music,

I putter,


do laundry,



that moves me away,

from stagnation.

I often get my best thoughts,


I am doing something,

that doesn’t require,


cooking, cleaning,


these are tasks,

that don’t require,

a lot of thinking,

they leave room,

for creative,




I have had a few,

family visits,

in the last few days.

On Sunday,

my bff and my girl and I,

went to lunch at my cousin’s,

my dad’s favourite cousin,

and her daughter,

they live together,

and we get together,

a few times a year.

Eva still makes the,



Hungarian stuffed cabbage,

so good,

I look forward to it all year.

We had a lovely time,

so good to see them,

as you get older and the people around you get older, you realise just how precious time together is.

On Tuesday,

I took the metro out,

to Laval to go have,

lunch with my aunt,

mom’s sister.

It was so nice to catch up,

chat and walk around the mall.

Mom loved that mall,

she would have been,

upset to know,

the Crate and Barrel was closed.

A nice long metro ride,

allowed me to get,

a nice stretch of reading,


I have been reading,

Out Of Africa,

on my Kindle.

My aunt will be 75 next month,

my cousin 90 at the end,

of the year.

They both have been,

a part of my life,

my whole life.

They knew,

my mom and dad,

when they were,

young and vibrant.

They miss them,

like I do.

Last night,

I was watching,

Dean Martin: King Of Cool,

a TCM documentary,

I had recorded.

I love Dean Martin,

he is my favourite of the crooners.

A good film worth watching,

towards the end,

Ron Marasco,

an actor, author, teacher,

said something I thought was,


and really spoke to how,

I have been feeling,

“Our idols, our parents, they age but, then something interesting happens, the declining person dies and they are no longer the declining person. You get them back, they return to being the thing that they were”

I am 57,

my dad died at 58,

this is something,

I think about,

I don’t obsess about it,

but, it does enter my mind.

I have lots of joy,

in my life,

I have lots of love.

It’s January,

it’s grey,

I don’t have a job,

my mind wanders.

I am ok,

I am just thinking out loud.

Thank you for listening.

Be well you all.

Later girls,


Author: Bookish Butch

I am a bookish butch in my mid early fifties. I live in Montréal and always have. I used to run a small used bookstore. Reading keeps me sane. My latest jiggie is photography, book project in the works, living the dream

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