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Maxims for aging and thoughts about life in Daydreaming on the Porch
The older I grow, the more I distrust the familiar doctrine that age brings wisdom H.L. Mencken There are many wise young people, but they are marginalized as “old souls.” You all of a sudden r...
Old Man in Daydreaming on the Porch
Old man, your head bowed down, the sun beams wisely but the long shadows frown. They walk across the ground by the cut-over field where the leaves play chimes in the wind this time. The d...
Sure signs of an uncivilized age in Daydreaming on the Porch
One of the surest signs of the debasement and rejection of civility today is the ceaseless, deliberate proliferation of noise in our society. We are bombarded by it constantly: Loud TVs; trucks;...
Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick...
The air has been cool and crisp. Autumn has fully descended, and I love the memories and associations of this time of year. I like to eat pumpkin muffins and honey crisp apples. I walk out ...
Once again, a magical encounter at a fairy house in Daydreaming on the Porch
I’ve always believed in experiencing everything in life. When you walk out with blinders on, you cut yourself off from the angels and the fairies. Alyssa Milano Watch with glittering eyes the wh...
An idyllic homestead in the piney woods in Daydreaming on the Porch
I’ve been trying to put together this entry for some days now, turning ideas for it over in my mind from time to time. But it didn’t really come together until today. It’s very late at night, but...
I’ve often thought I was born in the wrong century because of my lifelong fascination with life in the 19th century. Yes, I tell people, I know lives were lived in hard and terrible conditions i...
This past week was extremely stressful as I frequently checked weather sites online tracking the path of Hurricane Ian when it re-emerged into the Atlantic after devastating the west coast of Flo...
Photography and the black and white perspective in Daydreaming on the Porch
My latest copy of the excellent photographic publication, B&W Magazine, came the other day. As always, it is a treat to glance through the pages at the fine examples of black and white photog...
A very special kind of nostalgia: “Things go better with Coke!” in Daydreaming on the Porch
Coca-Cola Memories and Recollections of “The Good Old Days” Part 2 (see link to earlier entry below) Some of you may remember when six-ounce soft drinks in a bottle were commonplace. They could b...
The “Old Lamplighter” lit more than street lamps long ago in Daydreaming on the Porch
He made the night a little brighter Wherever he would go The old lamplighter Of long, long ago His snowy hair was so much whiter Beneath the candle glow The old lamplighter Of long, lon...
Love letter in the sand: the tide comes in and the tide taketh out in Daydreaming on the Porch
The beach at high tide is an interesting place. The ocean encroaches gradually until all that’s left is a thin sliver of land between the dunes and the water. It is usually there at the farthest ...
Wait a minute. It’s not that simple, is it? in Daydreaming on the Porch
Things go up and things go down, it’s as simple as that. Unknown author Yes, but my answer to that is, “When things go up, how long are they going to stay up, and when things are down, what can ...
The remarkable legacy of Queen Elizabeth II will be long remembered in Daydreaming on the Porch
It still seems unbelievable that Queen Elizabeth II died yesterday. Just two days ago she was receiving the new prime minister, frail, but standing, that famous smile radiant as always. What a r...
Once again I’ve been thinking about a really fascinating topic, namely, how technology has affected our lives in the past years 25 years. What do we do differently now as opposed to then? Turns...
There are times when I feel most connected to life in the awareness of fleeting experiences that come to me in little epiphanies during the day. It doesn’t matter where I am. They are predicated ...
I attended my first ABBA (Addictive Book Buyers Anonymous) meeting tonight. And I thought I was bad off? There were people there who were ordering books on Amazon while others were giving their ...
If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite. William Blake These days I can much more fully understand why people take drugs or mind-altering su...
Who can think of this time of year without recalling bittersweet memories of September pending, and a new school year looming abead after the blissful abandonment of summer? I remember counting ...
When we record our lives in journals, we become storycatchers. We believe that the ordinary stories of our ordinary lives have extraordinary gifts coded within them–for the one speaking and for t...
An ode to the city I’ve called home for many years in Daydreaming on the Porch
It’s hard for me to believe now, but for 25 years I had daily access to Charleston’s intoxicatingly charming and fascinating historic district. The former family homestead where my mother lived i...
My culinary history in microwavable frozen dinners in Daydreaming on the Porch
Basically, I’ll put it bluntly. I don’t know what I would have done over the years without frozen TV dinners. I’ll start at the beginning. Back in the 1970s. My favorite early TV dinner was Swa...
The timeless wisdom of Charles Schulz and “Peanuts” in Daydreaming on the Porch
Growing up in suburban NewOrleans in the 60s we always subscribed to the two local papers then, The Times-Picayune, the morning and Sunday paper, and the afternoon States-Item. Yes, there actuall...
…Recalling idealized memories from past happy times is associated with feelings of warmth, yearning, longing, desire, and wistful affection… [But] a common view is that nostalgia keeps people stu...
