Lunch anyone?

Eagles barreling through the canyon hoping to spot a fish in the icy Chewuch River below, then stopping to rest on a branch above our porch.  A small doe wandering nearly camouflaged at the river’s edge in search of grass and branches pushing out from under patches of snow.  A bufflehead duck paddling against the current while diving continuously in search of plants and insects.

Humans sitting in front of a gas fireplace, wondering whether to make lunch and then step outside into the cold before immersing themselves in the 102 degree water, or try the hot tub first.

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About stillalife

I retired June 30, 2010 after working for 40 years in the field of education and most recently doing school public relations/community outreach in a mid-size urban school district. I wrote for superintendents and school board members. Now I'm writing for me and I hope for you. In this blog, I offer my own views coupled with the latest research on how to preserve our physical and mental health as we age, delve into issues most of us over 50 can relate to like noticing wrinkles and forgetting where we left our keys, discuss the pros and cons of different ways to engage our minds and bodies after we leave the workplace, and throw in an occasional book review, all peppered with a touch of humor, irony, and just plain silliness.
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2 Responses to Lunch anyone?

  1. Sharon says:

    You should put that in to a haiku…

  2. Marilyn says:

    This sounds so peaceful. After lunch, after the hot tub, a nap would be nice 🙂

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