“What did you say?”
My family is sick of my hardness of hearing. It seems that hearing hardens and arteries harden at just the time that other things soften.
One of my body’s pumps has softened noticeably. I refer to the one with the ventricles.
What human heart can stand firm against the arrival of grandchildren?
This happy, happy stage of life where our children use their sexual organs for the pleasure of us, their parents!
Technological Man has invented old age. Nature, blind and base, has no use for us once our litters have matured and reproduced. We are supposed to wither quickly and politely die. But doctors have intervened and prolonged the moments of aging into an epoch. From fifty to ninety we live on, noting the failing function of joints and arteries, of ears and eyes. Our teeth desert us, our balance fails, our uteri prolapse, our prostates swell, our bladders leak and we dare not trust a fart.
But we have grandchildren. I can hold a newborn on my knee and croon off key and she will not object. I can hold the toddler in my arms and tell him a thousand stories, long after my eyesight darkens, for just as long as memory holds strong. And when memory fails, I can confabulate.
Hello! I’ve been reading your web site for a while now and finally got the courage to go ahead and give you a shout out from Austin Texas! Just wanted to say keep up the good work!
it should not require courage to contact me: your response is most welcome and agreeable
i am glad you made contact
just found your kind and encouraging note
please tell every citizen of texas to buy a copy of my books – ‘raft’ and ‘my father’s compass’
and if they plan to read it twice, they should buy two
early next year, there’ll be a third – ‘carrots and jaffas’
Howard – I just love your blog, which I discovered after seeking, via Google, comment on the Boston Marathon tragedy. There is so much wisdom and inspiration in what you say. I have now become one of your on-line fans. Best wishes from your former patient, Judith.
i found this only this evening
please forgive my tardy reply
you mention wisdom, an elusive substance
there is a yiddish folk tale of hershel of ostropol, a man famous in folklore for his cheerful poverty
hershel is asleep one night in his hovel
a burglar enters and blunders around looking for something to steal
he disturbs hershel and is about to run when hershell begs him: don’t go. let’s light a candle and search together- we might find something
wisdom is like hershel’s’something’
not easy to find
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