Showing posts from February, 2013

Like sands in the hourglass...

A little later this month Mr. Bobo will stop and sigh and take a deep breath - and then try to blow out fifty-six candles on an Italian Cream birthday cake. That's my plan anyway. My primary care physician and my cardiologist agree: I'm chugging right along, and though I feel as if I've put a lot of miles on this vehicle, I think I'm good for quite a few more.

Old age is not for sissies.
I've seen this clever quip attributed to Bette Davis. Maybe she said it, maybe she didn't. But I'm pretty sure anybody over forty would agree. I think it really hit home with me one morning when I realized that getting out of bed - just getting out of bed - suddenly required EFFORT.

Another Bette, Bette Midler, has observed a shift in the demographic profile of her audience:

They used to do drugs, now they take meds.
Yes, I believe I have entered the age group known as Old Farts. I have caught myself saying disparaging things about "kids these days."  I am sometime…


When I was a teenager, my family had a cookie jar on the kitchen counter. I remember that cookie jar being filled with Chips Ahoy cookies and Oreos. But it never ever stayed full for very long. In our house at that time there were two teenage boys and two younger girls, so things like cookies and gallons of milk disappeared very, very quickly. These days most of my cookie consumption happens on the job. On any given day, there are ten varieties of cookies to choose from - and they're all good.

W. D. Deli has ten big cookie jars that sit on the counter each day. Nine of those jars are filled with types of cookies that we have all the time. But the tenth jar, that TENTH jar, ladies and gentlemen, contains the W. D. Deli Cookie Of The Month. Each month a different type of cookie occupies that jar. Cookies Of The Month are usually thematic with the month or the season. Sometimes the flavor might be inspired by a recent trip, maybe a childhood memory. Last month the special cookie …