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Category Archives: Aging

Bean Snuggies…

Now, I’ve had quite a response to my recent post on my L.L. Bean slippers. (By “quite a response” I mean 3 notes and a long distance phone call from Kentucky – which for me is a record breaker.)

Anyway, more needs to be said. Wearing a pair of L.L. Bean slippers for 20 or so years and unashamedly wearing them “in public” is no disgrace. A badge of honor, I should think. Granted, they come to smell a bit and there are marks of distinguished aging, such as scuffs from rocks, stains from spilled liquids of different sorts and even a few neat little holes that developed when certain enthusiastic puppies were cutting their teeth across the years. Good memories!

These are things that can be easily dealt with if one’s spouse becomes unduly critical. A trip through the washer and dryer leaves them compromised, but now with marks of the aging process, proudly shared with all who would see. A few small strips of duct tape don’t do much for their appearance, but do cover up some of the rips, so offensive to some. I’ve noticed that during a rainstorm they keep your feet snug and dry. Mr Bean would be pleased.

At any rate, I want to assure those who do not understand the Bean mystique that they need to look closer at these noble objects that bring back so many wonderful memories. And to Sue Ann in Kentucky, I must say that Santa will NOT bring me 20 pairs of new slippers this Christmas. I don’t have that many readers…

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Slippers, by L.L. Bean…

I enjoy Bean’s slippers as they grow old along with me. Jo Ann has never approved of my wearing them in public, but I take wicked pride in ownership and the Wabi Sabi qualities of great objects grown old.

It's all about the glories of aging gracefully...

Puff, the magic dragon…

Out shooting in the desert with my trusty IPhone this morning and came upon this dead cactus. Has definite prehistoric implications.

Leonard Cohen…

We watched “Leonard Cohen: I’m Your Man” tonight. A cross between a reverent tribute and a documentary. There’s something about him that touches both of us at the deepest possible level. I f you have Netflix or some other passageway to films, this is for you, I think. I hope. Perhaps.

Listen. Hear. Grow.

Son of a Gun…

Our eldest son, Roger, retires from UCLA. There is so much to tell about Professor Bourland. I wont even begin to try. If you would really like to know, Google Roger Bourland. You will be surprised.

Anyway, this photo came down and I copied it. I liked the Harvard Doctoral gown which we gave him upon his graduation ages ago. But the thing that really surprised me was the grey hair. My little boy? Bozie Badger? Ding? All the funny memories of a life half-spent together. Oh my! Or as he used to say: “Lions and Tigers and bears! Oh my!”

See for yourself.

Old Fashioned Sights…

Something in us loves the unexpected sight of something out of the past. Especially when that something has a musky, familier smell, and a link to vaguely remembered things seen decades ago – related perhaps to folks we once knew and lost along the way.

Stacks of hay generally touch me in this way, though I just don’t see them much anymore.