What is it with old people today – isn’t it time they started acting their age?
For example, this morning at the Growers’ market, I meet 94-year-old Tom, off on a morning ramble. No walking stick, no cane, happy to stop and chat.
What is it with old people today – isn’t it time they started acting their age?
For example, this morning at the Growers’ market, I meet 94-year-old Tom, off on a morning ramble. No walking stick, no cane, happy to stop and chat.
After thinking on, and hearing about, the evils of sugar,
Why receptionists are a pain in the lower abdomen, part # 1 of ‘fun with receptionists’, a continuing story ….
I ring the dentist today, for I am Longer in the Tooth, and Shorter in the amount. There are still some left for masticating.
This is how the conversation goes:
I had some harmless fun and games today while visiting an Arena of Past Sorrows.
The old school running track, to be exact. The reluctant co-player was an unsuspecting high-school PE teacher herding the Lads in a morning workout.
Kurt Vonnegut made famous the phrase Breakfast of Champions by using it as a title for a 1973 novel.
On the other hand, this is nothing more grand than a delicious breakfast recipe for a wannabe champion.
“Sceptical?” piped up the old-timer. Of course I’m flamin’ sceptical ye addlepated mudfish!” –
“Aye, but it wasn’t always so. I was a dour and solemn presbyterian from birth onwards, and bar the whisky, gossip columns, loose floozies and muckraking, a devout one too! But all this changed suddenly in the winter of ’94, twenty years ago, when Auckland was struck by drought.
Very close to sea level are some of the places which afford me a View from the Top nowadays.
One is a very short walking distance from Otaika River, looking Westward toward Onerahi, my old stomping ground at Tamaterau, Parua Bay, and of course, the Maunga Manaia.
I was lucky enough Thursday evening to meet a small cohort of extraordinary people via the friend who originally put me onto the The China Study.
I spent the evening soaking it all up, like a pup loose in a seal colony, and finding some surprising points of similarity. One of those was an interest in podcasts.
Which reminded me that I’d been meaning to write something pointing to some favourite podcasts, and a couple that were mentioned, and new to me.