Welcome to Bud’s Blog

Posted March 1, 2009 by oldereyes
Categories: feeling older

The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes – Marcel Proust

Sometimes Older Eyes work, too Bud


Necessary Definitions

Sage – a wise man; a man of gravity and wisdom; especially, a man venerable for years, and of sound judgment and prudence.

Curmudgeon – an ill-tempered old person full of stubborn ideas or opinions.

Fool – A person with poor judgment or little intelligence; a jester, a person whose role was to entertain a sovereign and the court, often with foolishness.

I’ve been wondering lately what it would be like to be able to relive my life knowing what I know now. Or if I was able to give my grown children a view of the world through my Older Eyes, would it change their lives? Here’s a provocative proposition: If I could get every twenty-year old to look at the world through sixty-four year old eyes for just a few minutes, it would either change them for the better or kill them. Provocative but probably not true. I doubt there are many young men making bucket lists as a result of watching Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman.

With a do-over unlikely and getting my children to listen to my archaic opinions only slightly less so, I’ll record the view through my Older Eyes here in Bud’s Blog.   As you read each post, you decide … Sage, Curmudgeon, or Fool … we can agree to disagree on which is which. Your comments are welcome, whatever your age.   If what you read changes you for the better, I’d especially like to know.   Hopefully there will be no casualties.   If you are new here and want a taste of my Older Perspective before diving in, The Best of Feeling Older offers a few of my favorite posts on aging.  Finally, if my work inspires you to try blogging … or even if you think, Jeez, I can do this better than Older Eyes – there are a series of posts on doing just that on my page, Starting a WordPress Blog.

Monday Smiles – 7/27/2015

Posted July 27, 2015 by oldereyes
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elephant binocsToday, my grandkids started school in Herriman, Utah.  It is the first year since they have been going to school that my wife, Muri, and I have not taken them shopping for school supplies before the first day of school.  Savannah’s birthday was a week ago and it is the first time we’ve ever not been there.  There are probably other first times of the not so happy sort on the road ahead.  We are very fortunate to have the money and the flexibility to travel there, perhaps almost as much as we used to drive to Utah, but now we’ll be dealing with airline schedules and their new year-round school schedule.   There will no linger be 117 degree summer days to contend with as there were in AZ, but there will be winter cold for which we have little appropriate clothing.  We will not have a house nearby to be Nana and Papa’s house.  But we will build a new routine and we have wonderful memories of our old one.  This is one of them, a story about my oldest grandson at our Little House that I first told in a post called The Negotiator almost exactly 6 years ago when Reed was four.

Reed is destined for a future as a negotiator.   You can tell even at the age of four (“I’ll soon be five, then I’ll be big,” he’d tell you).    Regardless of what he’s told or asked to do, he feels it’s his job to discuss it with you, consider alternate options that you might have missed, and negotiate a different plan of action.  This behavior is easy to laugh at as a grandfather but drives his Mom and Dad crazy, though he’s so inventive that sometimes they’re covering their mouths to keep from laughing as they send him off to sit on time out.  Let me give you an example.

During our last visit to Arizona, Reed and his younger brother Maddux were staying at our Little House in the Desert.   My wife and Reed were drawing on a Magna-Doodle on the sofa while Maddux and I were looking at golfers through my birdwatching binoculars through the patio door.    When Reed noticed this, he came over and grabbed the binoculars out of his brother’s hands.    I took them back and handed them to Maddux.  This is the  conversation that ensued:

Me (Papa): Reed, you can’t just grab the binoculars.  If you want to use them, you’ll have to ask.  Say Papa,can I please use the binoculars?

Reed (after a thoughtful pause): Papa, I just can’t do that.

Papa (trying hard not to laugh):  Well, if you want to use the binoculars, you’ll have to ask.  Why can’t you do that?

Reed:  I just can’t.   I have binoculars at home and I use them all the time.   So I want to use yours.

Papa:  Then just ask like I said.

Reed:  I want to see the golfers, too.   Maddux is looking at them.  I want to.  He didn’t ask.

Papa: All you have to do is ask.

Reed:  That’s not fair.  Maddux has to share.

Papa:  He’ll share after you ask.   Just ask.

Reed: I can’t do that, Papa.  I can’t.

Papa (taking the binoculars and peering across the fairway):   Wow, there’s an elephant in the backyard over there.

Reed:  Papa, can I please use the binoculars?

The Little Negotiator is no match for the Big Negotiator … yet.

Feeling (24 Years) Older

Posted July 25, 2015 by oldereyes
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social dirLast night, as I often do leading into the weekend, I was fulfilling my role as the Social Director of the Eyes Household, looking for an activity for Saturday (aka Date) Night.   I wasn’t having much success for a variety of reasons.  We’ve seen nearly every film we want to see.  We’ve seen so much theater, that we’ve either seen most local offerings or they are too community theater for our tastes.  Yes,  there is some theater snob in both of us.  I’ve never heard of the bands at local music venues.   Friday had been a long day and I really wanted to find something nice so I was excited when I discovered a Tchaikovsky Spectacular … with Fireworks … at the Hollywood Bowl with tickets available.  I immediately bought two online and went to  bed happy.  This morning, not so much.  I recalled the long walk and the stair climb to the nosebleed seats I’d purchased at the Hollywood Bowl.  And I remembered the sore hip that has had me limping around for over a week, some days a little and some days a lot.   I think I did something dumb last night, I said to my wife, Muri, as I was telling her about the tickets.  I will probably see if there is a way to return them when I get home from my morning trip to the park (where the short walk to the restroom made it clear that the Hollywood Bowl is a NO WAY) but there’s a good chance I can’t.  Shit. Read the rest of this post »

Monday Smiles – 7/20/2015

Posted July 20, 2015 by oldereyes
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droughtYou probably know that Southern California has been suffering through its worst drought in over a hundred years.  The sad truth is, that up here in Anaheim Hills, no one was suffering at all.  Lawns continued to green because they were being watered just as often as the always were.  There were small increases in the cost of produce but in a community like this, I’m sure hardly anyone notices.   Several month ago, the water company issued mandatory restrictions on outdoor watering, limiting the operation of sprinklers to two days a week.  I have adjusted my sprinklers accordingly and my lawn now sports areas of yellow and brown.  Interestingly, not another lawn in the neighborhood is showing similar changes.   You don’t suppose everyone could be cheating, do you?  I’ve also been gradually changing occasional plants into drought-resistant succulents that the local nurseries are now featuring.  The truth is that my floral bowls look better than ever with less care and watering.  It’s amazing what happens when you use plants appropriate to the climate. Read the rest of this post »

(Good) Morning

Posted July 19, 2015 by oldereyes
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Do you see life as one stream of light interspersed with nights of dark or as one stream of darkness interspersed with days of light?  Though there will never be an answer, what we believe about the nature of life mattersMark Nepo in The Book of Awakening

I awoke this morning with a case of the case of the blues.  That is not totally uncommon … I have a dark side and it is fond of sneaking out as I sleep.   Thisbushy one was a little darker than usual.  I could feel the first chill breezes of a spiritual winter.   It doesn’t matter that nothing has changed since yesterday morning when I awoke, as my Mom used to say, Bright-Eyed and Bushy-Tailed.  It doesn’t matter that the gratitude list I wrote yesterday morning is just as valid today as it was then and that before the morning is over, I’ll write it again. Read the rest of this post »

(Read the) Directions

Posted July 17, 2015 by oldereyes
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tmp_29992-index(3)1365341189It’s Friday.  I’ve already posted twice this week, so I’ve already reached my recent average posts per week.   But I feel like posting and I don’t feel like posting serious.  Yeah, that’s a lousy sentence.  I do that when I’m in a curmudgeonly mood, so don’t mess with me, OK?   Most of my readers over the years have considered my Inner Curmudgeon funny.  My wife Muri would disagree but she’s had to endure periods of time living with Older Eyes when his Inner Curmudgeon was Outer, so I can’t say that I blame her.  There is nothing my Inner Curmudgeon enjoys more than pointing out, in his curmudgeonly fashion, human frailties, unless perhaps it’s pointing out MY human frailties. That’s because IC (as I like to call him when there’s a need for fewer syllables) believes that my life would be better if I let him run it.  If I thought that I’d be better off living alone for the rest of my life, then he might be right, but since I’m more gregarious in my seventies, he only gets to comment occasionally.
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Birthday, Interrupted

Posted July 15, 2015 by oldereyes
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birthdaymuriToday was my wife, Muri’s _____ birthday.   Really?  You thought I was going to tell you her age?   A man does not stay married to the same woman for going on 47 years by telling the universe … or at least that small portion of it that reads Older Eyes – Bud’s Blog … her age.  I have always made a big deal of her birthday.   I don’t know where that particular instinct came from … I don’t remember my Dad  doing so.   Making a big deal used to mean buying extravagant gifts, at least extravagant by our inherited middle class standards.   I am fortunate to have a very practical wife that, although she loves beautiful things like jewelery and designer purses, is most often too practical to buy such things for herself.  Happily, I get to indulge her for holidays like birthdays and Valentine’s Day.   However, as we push our way through our sixties (one of us having exited said decade), we find it harder and harder to find things we want for our birthdays.  Yes, we are lucky but we are also less drawn to material things as we age.  Making a big deal of Muri’s birthday can become problematic.
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Monday Smiles – 7/13/2015

Posted July 13, 2015 by oldereyes
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St. EdsOn this fine Monday morning, the first task on my to-do list is to take  my car to Solesbee Auto Crafts, our local auto body shop.  If that doesn’t sound like a smiling matter to you, you are correct.  Saturday morning on the way home from the park, I stopped at the local market and someone backed out of a parking place, right in front of me.  Crunch.   The weekedn didn’t start with a mile, either because n Friday, while my daughter and her boys were staying at our house in Arizona, the air conditioner stopped cooling.  And when the repair service came out, the condenser unit was shot.  Serious buck to replace it.  Not a smiling matter either, except for the fact that my daughter was there to take care of it.  By mid afternoon, a new unit had been installed and the house was cool again.  Good news but not exactly what smiles are made of. Read the rest of this post »


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