Saturday, November 19, 2022
In bed at 9:30, up at 6:10 with a dream of being in Traverse City, MI, looking for Mary Keenan and Mike McChrystal, on foot, struggling to find my way around, being told Mary is very ill and in the hospital. 4 or 5 pss, no vino. Mary died several years ago. January weather, 21 degrees out heading up to a high of 27.
WaPo: President Biden Is Turning 80. Experts Say Age Is More Than a Number.
His race is another factor. The life expectancy for the average white, 80-year-old man is another eight years, said Dr. John Rowe, a professor of health policy and aging at Columbia University. “And that’s the average,” Dr. Rowe said. “A lot of those 80-year-olds are already sick; they are already in the nursing home.”😱😱😱
Once people reach 65, the risk of dementia doubles every five years, said Dr. Gill Livingston, a psychiatrist at University College London, who led a commission on dementia in 2020 that was convened by The Lancet, a medical journal. In general, she said, in high-income countries like the United States, dementia will affect 10 percent of people aged 80 to 84 and 20 percent of those aged 85 to 89.😳😳😳
Neotoma floridana
I am a packrat, a localized hoarder. I kept piles, mounds of my stuff about my settings, most especially my chairs. Crossword puzzle books, notebooks, sketchbooks, magazines, remotes, mail I haven't dealt with yet, catalogs I'm hesitant to throw away yet, eye drops, eyeglass spray and wipes, flashlights, writing instruments, and books. Never just one book, a collection of books. Books of poetry, history books, and other nonfiction books. It all comprises clutter, the assemblage of stuff that generally offends me whenever anyone other than I assembles it. I've resolved to attack some of the clutter today, to follow my Aunt Monica's exhortation: "A place for everything and everything in its place." Where to begin? NYT Crosswords for a Long Weekend; LA Times Sunday Crossword Omnibus Vol. 6; my untitled memoir; The Atlantic; Mother Jones; Vanity Fair; 2 New Yorker(s); Selected Poems of William Carlos Williams; Collected Poems of T. S. Eliot; A Mencken Chrestomathy; Reinhold Niebuhr, An Interpretation of Christian Ethics; Stefan Zweig, The World of Yesterday; Frank Whitford, Expressionist Portraits; Barbara Chase-Riboud, I Always Knew; Marc Riboud, 50 Years of Photography; Vaclav Smil, How the World Really Works; Max Hastings, Vietnam: An Epic Tragedy; 3-ring recipes binder; rubber-banded 3x5 index cards; 2 saved von Dongen portraits from the trashed waterlogged book in the basement; large sketchbook; small sketchbook; small spiral notebook; small side bound notebook; the remote for the smart TV; the remote for the Blu-Ray; the remote for Roku; . . . Ah, it will feel so good to deal with this mess so I can surround myself again with more and different stuff. A packrat is a packrat.
Winter
Went to Sendik's at 5, temperature at 20, wind chill 4 degrees, low tonight around 11.
Tree Hugger, Leaf Lover
A favorite tree on Fairy Chasm Road
A maple leaf on our stoop
. . . as common as a field daisy, and as singular
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