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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…

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...

The Kids are Sparkling…

Trips to the groomer are always relatively fun. We used to have an Airedale, Ginger, who would come home very pleased with herself. She would always trot up to the Christofferson’s and sit on their front porch until they came out and took her picture. After considerable praise, Ginger would come home all full of herself.

Today was that kind of day for Oliver and Amy. They were sporting ribbons to celebrate the event.

milk…

The other day Jo Ann wanted a bit more space in the frig for milk. She removed an almost empty gallon jug of milk and poured the remnant into a small, opaque water holder which I used for athletic moments and placed it into the now empty space.

Shortly thereafter, being thirsty for a slug of water I went to the frig, and pulled out my trusty water bottle. Expecting a refreshing icy slug of water, I took a generous swig.

The reaction was instantaneous, unfortunate and somewhat violent. I spewed the chalky liquid all over the kitchen floor, alarmed and nauseated at both the sight of white liquid coming from my mouth and the unexpected taste of milk.

You had to be there. Her case comes up Tuesday. Well, it SHOULD.

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.

Two Fine Dogs…

Except for the years of student living, I’ve never been without a dog. There’s something about a good dog friend that makes the world go round.

These days, living as we do in a life-care community, completely independent in lifestyle, we have two. They are both Cavalier King Charles Spaniels, the gentlest, most loving of the breeds I know. They are Oliver, an aging guy of 11…

and Amy a winsome, lively young girl of 4…

When they are off, being groomed or something, the house seems strangely vacant. When they are around, and they almost always are, life is richer and happiness is ever in full supply.