The oak leaves are dried and curled. They float along sedately without, as far as I know, any purpose or any destination other than wherever the canal will take them. They obey only the laws of gravity and physics. Their passage seems peaceful, unhurried, until they come to the little weir where they are pulled…
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It’s a week before my 73rd birthday. I’ve been thinking about aging, and about the impact of moving from Palo Alto to Hartwick at 69, from Hartwick to Pleasant Hill at 72, and then Pleasant Hill to Cooperstown at 75. I think these moves are good for me in a lot of ways. Moving from…
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I hear voices. I’m not losing my mind, there are just a lot of voices to hear. On our lovely trail Charlie and I often pass people chatting, or we encounter someone alone but talking animatedly (and loudly) into what I hope is a cell phone. Passing by the houses on our street I hear…
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We left our wonderful home in Hartwick just over a month ago on 6/11. It was surprisingly not hard to leave, much as I loved that home. I think that over the years I’ve made some progress on not becoming overly attached to things. We had a wonderful run on our beautiful Sunnyhill, and there…
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I’ve written so little this year, even with plenty of Covid imposed time on my hands. But in the last few months so much has happened that I want to record. As our fourth winter here was winding down and our plans to move to California for two years were taking shape, we came to…
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Here on Sunnyhill life is in full swing. I’ve seen 16 goslings poking their tender little heads above the grass. I should make a sign for our driveway – Slow, goose crossing. The grass on either side of the driveway is shorter, so the geese often congregate there. Most of the time we’re able to…
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