Here We Go Again

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So, we try this blogging thing again.  Hopefully, I will be more conscientious about posting and you, dear reader, will find something of value, or at least of amusement, here.

 

A little about me — I learned today while listening to Prairie Home Companion that I am the same age as Cheerios. Not sure how I feel about that except the cereal played a major role in my early childhood. We lived with my mother’s parents while my father was in service. My grandfather, a cobbler who emigrated from Russia and landed in Louisville, KY, and I would listen to The Lone Ranger on the radio, sponsored by Cheerios. Since time with my grandfather was a highlight of my life, cheerios became my favorite cereal and The Lone Ranger my favorite show before I was old enough to go to school.  Much later in life, I enjoyed watching Johnny Depp as Tonto in the recent movie, but it wasn’t the same as sitting in the living room with my grandfather. OK — that’s more info than you wanted.

 

I live on beautiful Whidbey Island, WA in Puget Sound, about 35 miles north of Seattle, with my wife, a retired award-winning journalist and writer. We share our space with an affection-demanding cat. I am an ex-lawyer, a retired higher education administrator and online instructor.  My days are spent doing volunteer non-profit work, writing, and seeking ways to avoid doing housework.  Mainly, I am focused on caregiving for my wife, who suffered a stroke about eight and a half years ago. She has made an amazing recovery, although not yet at her pre-stroke condition.  I have documented my journey as her caregiver, and the lessons I have learned on this path, in a memoir, presently titled Learning to Float: Lessons in Life and Love as a Spousal Caregiver. This blog will feature excerpts from the book, along with other mental meanderings, rants, raves, a few jokes – or at least what I think are funny vignettes, and whatever else comes to mind. I hope you enjoy it. Let me know.

 

 

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One thought on “Here We Go Again

  1. I also grew up in Kentucky – Henderson, on the Ohio River. All the teachers and coaches at my high school (Henderson City High ) wore Bass Moccasins, and when I had earned enough at delivering papers to buy a pair, I did! They were the epitome of style to a young boy of 14, and all the girls kidded me about have too much money, since they, and everyone else knew what those shoes cost at Bernstein’s. I outgrew them a few years later, and have tried to find them again, but I’m sure they cannot be had anymore. It brought back many memories seeing that picture of the most comfortable shoes a man could wear! Thanks!

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