Part of my growing old is accepting the loss of stuff I believed would be mine for my lifetime. It’s not that I gave it much thought – I just took it for granted. I thought when my family would go out to dinner, I’d choose the restaurant. And of course, I would drive. I …
As a kid, it never made sense to me. Grown men would spend hours in their neat, little yards, pulling dandelions from patches of green grass. I’d sit on my bike and watch them sweat as they made certain to get all of the evil root. I’ve always had a love affair with …
Dear Saint Peter: Sir, I have a business proposition for you. I’ve been waiting for what feels like an eternity to get to the front of the line where you pass judgment on my net worth as a human being. I hope you send me through the pearly gates, but I’m getting a bit …
I pride myself on having a great memory for what was happening around me while growing up. Little details about my mom and dad, my sisters and brother and classmates of mine at Saint Cecilia Grade School come up in vivid color. Compared to many kids who grew up in the 40s …
One wonderful aspect of my semi-retirement is the opportunity to read more. I’d rather read than watch television, although I’m not exactly sure why. I currently have four books next to four of my favorite chairs. I can just plop down, pick up a book and let it take my …
So I have this new toothbrush. After eight years of service, my old one had lost most of its bristles. I thought it was still okay because my tooth count had matched the bristle count, but Sherry splurged on a new one for me. Then this mint green toothbrush called Gum Great …
I think I went over 70 years without making a single to-do list. I was too busy doing what was in front of me. If I missed something, it was okay. Most times, I didn’t know I messed up because there was no leftover list letting me know what I forgot to do. No one …
“You just can’t trust that Don Kuhl anymore. He has missed numerous blog posts over the last few weeks. Has he quit aging on Monday, Wednesday and Friday?” I owe loyal readers an honest explanation. I had a few minor health and personal issues pop up that made …
My mother, Irene, died on May Day 1999. I briefly spoke at her funeral in Boone, Iowa, recalling the highlights of her beautiful life. My dad, Vern, died later that same year and a small service was held in Carson City, Nevada. My siblings asked me to say a few words in his …
The skunk is back on our property. An unmistakable smell hangs in the air. Our dogs have been sprayed again, and it’s my job to clean them up. By the end of this challenging task, I smell like a combo of skunk and tomato juice. I know when I’m in over my head. I hire …
