1. Today I returned to reading J. William T. Youngs' book, The Fair and the Falls, his epic history of Spokane, beginning with how it became established as a settlement and grew into a city. The physical shape of the recently published paperback edition of this book, the one I recently purchased, is wide and it takes me longer than usual to read across a page. I'm reading the book slowly anyway because I want to take in the details of this story. They are largely unfamiliar to me. I don't mind reading slowly. It's a good thing because the book's content and its physical shape are slowing me down. It's a very readable history, by the way. Youngs' writing style is not slowing me down.
Oh! I'm also being slowed down by my frequent consultation of maps, especially online, to make sure it's clear to me where in the Spokane area certain events Youngs described took place.
Slow. Informative. Unnerving. Fascinating.
It might take me at least a month to work my way through this superb book.
2. On the one hand, I know that for many of us aging means dealing more frequently with physical maladies, increased visits to the clinic and blood draw laboratories, dental problems, and, among other things, more different medicines in our pill boxes.
On the other hand, aging also mellows us. A couple of my friends took the time to reflect on this in their Facebook comments on my post yesterday and I deeply appreciate their insights and the knowledge that many of us are thinking about the many dimensions of aging, not just the slow downs, aches, pains, and embarrassments.
3. If you've read this blog with any regularity over, say, the last ten years, you know that when Debbie and I lived in Maryland we enjoyed both popcorn dinners and popcorn evenings and enjoyed having David and Olivia, our grandchildren, over to spend the night and have popcorn parties.
For no good reason, we fell off the popcorn train when we moved to Kellogg.
It wasn't a decision.
It just slipped away.
Debbie is staying home ill this week and tonight she hankered for popcorn.
I sprang into action, fixed us each a small bowl, and who knows? Maybe popcorn will make a comeback in our life together again!
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