The Caregiver’s Tales
Tiny essays on life, nature, grief and other things that catch my fancy in the Texas Hill Country. Here’s how it all got started.
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- 290 1
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- AAA 3
- AC Unit 1
- ALS 1
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- Abundance 2
- Abyss 1
- Acceleration 1
- Acceptance 2
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- Anticipation 6
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Happy Again
I debated talking about this, but in the spirit of openness here goes. This past weekend, I saw a picture of myself that I liked, where I thought I looked normal and happy. I was excited.
Another Dream
Went to bed at my normal hour. 9:30. Woke at 12:30, worried I’d never get back to sleep. Got a drink of water. Read a bit of a book. Fell into a sleep so deep that I dreamed.
Looking Ahead
Last year, on a trip to Marathon, I got a ticket for going too fast in a school zone. I took defensive driving. I learned something doing it.
Mirror, Mirror
An odd thing happened early this year. Beginning around May, almost every time I saw myself in a picture, I saw an emaciated, dead-eyed, wasted, skeletal wreck of an old man…
Lucky Me
I’ve always dressed and acted to a self-image I carry around in my mind. Up until now it’s been relatively ageless, partly because it was based on the reflection I saw in my wife’s eyes.