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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What I Did
I took a friend’s advice yesterday and avoided hard work. I went shopping instead. Actually, I went buying.
Things Big and Small
Lots of things running around in my head these days, some pleasant, some not so. This one is pretty ordinary and might be considered a late in life thought.
Cotton Gin
My friend Rob has worked in a cotton gin. His dad owned cotton gins. He grandfather owned cotton gins. I’m not sure how the subject came up in our conversation, but it did.
In the Service
Oh me, oh my again. Went to my friends’ house last night for dinner. Thought I’d solved my Nest connectivity issue. Discovered disappointment when I arrived home and tried the proposed solution.
The Battle
Oh, me, oh my. I spent most of my Saturday troubleshooting smart thermostats. It was an unequal battle. They are smarter than I am.
Auf weidersehen
This is it for the year. The final essay. I’ve got to finish getting ready for Christmas, my sinuses suck, I have cataract surgery on the 28th, and I’m tired.
Still Driving
Woke in Houston yesterday ready to go home. A big storm, however, sat between here and there. So, I waited.
Plans Change
Got up this morning ready to drive home to a Christmas party house concert, only to discover the party was cancelled the day I left home..
Lost and Found
Earlier this month, as I was starting my Christmas card push, I bought several sheets of specialty Christmas stamps. Time passed between the buying and the using. Guess what?
Dressing Up
I have a nice pair of dress shoes. Bostonian by brand. I like wearing them. Unfortunately, the frequency of wear is a lot less than it used to be.
A Good Day
I had a good day yesterday. Addressed Christmas cards in the morning and went to listen to music in the afternoon. The day was cool, the music sweet, and the friends plentiful.
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…