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

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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.
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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.

Still Here

Posted March 27, 2015 by oldereyes
Categories: curmudgeonly rants

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off the railsI have not posted here on Older Eyes – Bud’s Blog for over two weeks.  What’s remarkable (at least to me) is not the duration of the blogging hiatus … I’ve done that before, for example, after posting every day for two years to participate in WordPress Postaday (whew).   What’s remarkable (to me) is that the break wasn’t planned.  Now, back in my Postaday days, I had a cadre of regular readers (whose blogs, by the way, I regularly read) that might have noticed a two week absence and asked, Where are you?  Alas, in the last few years, I’ve become more of a poster and less of a blogger (the reading of other’s blogs marking the difference) and my regulars are family and a few friends who comment on my posts by email or in person.  And who know I’m Still Here.  As one gets older, Still Here acquires a different meaning than it did in my arrogant forties.  After all, does Still Here mean still blogging or still alive?  Even in my short blogging career, a blogging friend posted about her surprise diagnosis of a terminal illness then disappeared from the blogosphere.  It’s likely she’s not Still Here at all.  Not to be flippant, but I am happy to be still here on both counts, for now.

I suppose this could sound macabre to someone with Younger Eyes, but I don’t see it that way.  The possibility of not being Still Here in the larger sense often gives me perspective, particularly when I feel as if I’ve been off the rails for a while.   In the last two weeks, I have been caught in a perfect storm of activities, looking up at twin mountains of Too Much to Do and Too Much to Want to Do.   There was a wonderful week in Arizona with friends and to celebrate the birthdays of my daughter and grandson.  There was realizing that I’d scheduled a critical government inspection of our company for the week I was in Arizona and having it rescheduled the day before my appointment with my tax guy (Monday and Tuesday of next week).  There were piles of paperwork to be done for both appointments.  There were two jobs that suddenly required urgent attention.  And there were numerous nights without enough sleep because I lay awake trying to solve it all in my head.  Like I say, off the rails.
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On a White Horse

Posted March 12, 2015 by oldereyes
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white horse1During my big industry days, I unconsciously discovered something about my work style … I was very good at getting jobs done under pressure.  That made me popular with managers for saving projects in trouble and for writing proposals, which were always done under pressure.  It also allowed me to cruise even on jobs without time constraints, then make up for it at the end.  Gradually, that became my only work style … put it off then ride in On a While Horse and save the day.  In my forties and even my fifties, enduring the short term stress of the fast finish was worth the more leisurely approach the rest of the time.

Here it is, March, which always is a crazy month with taxes are coming up, both personal and for our company.  Our company also goes through a government inspection in March that requires a fair amount of preparation and is crucial to our business.   I am working two jobs that over the long haul average out to half time and so my natural inclination is to relax and let things go … The White Horse is waiting, right?  Except. I jump on its back and say, Hi-Ho Silvia, and she says, Really? then saunters off absentmindedly.  That’s when panic sets in.  I never used to panic but The White Horse used to gallop.  So, here I am, at my desk, working away, forcing myself to put in a half a day like I’m supposed to.  It’s not that the work isn’t interesting … it is.  But I’m seventy now and The White Horse is now an Old Gray Mare.  My Mom would have told you, She ain’t what she used to be, and neither am I.  I’m lucky to have work that I love, I know.  But it used to be more fun.  I’d rather blog.  Thanks for stopping by.

Monday Smiles – 3/9/2015

Posted March 9, 2015 by oldereyes
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plannerMy wife, Muri, is a planner. I am not. She keeps a calendar of all her activities for the week. I keep a calendar of activities that I absolutely cannot afford to miss, like business appointments. The rest, I wing it. Muri writes down menus for the days she cooks and from those menus, makes shopping lists. On the days, I cook, I stop at the market and pick out whatever looks good for dinner. Muri is disciplined. I am spontaneous. However, there is one time our styles converge … on Saturday night, also known around here as Date Night. We both like to have plans ahead of time and I am usually the social director, searching the internet for events or seeing what movies are playing where. And making dinner reservations on the smartphone app, Open Table. Read the rest of this post »

The Spic n Span Incident

Posted March 8, 2015 by oldereyes
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The Boulevard Apartments

The Boulevard Apartments

When my Dad cam home from the Army Air Corps at the end of WWII, we moved from my grandmother’s house, where Mom and  Ilived while Dad was away, to an apartment in New Haven on what was then called simply The Boulevard.  The buildings were converted Army barracks and I remember my Mom saying that the wind blew right through the walls on cold, blustery days.  Still, it was our first home as a family and my oldest memories as a child reside there still, even though the buildings are long gone.  There are memories of baseball games between the buildings and of my Dad breaking his leg as he jumped over a fence to retrieve another kid’s baseball glove that I’d thrown there.  There was walking to Truman School, always a little nervous as I crossed the railroad track because I’d dreamed of a train coming off the tracks to chase me down the street.  There was Dad teaching me to ride the bright red Columbia bicycle I got for Christmas.  And there was the Spic n Span Incident, in which an eight year old learned not to believe everything he heard in commercials.

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A Weighty Ramble

Posted March 7, 2015 by oldereyes
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image This post is what I sometimes call a ramble.   I have something on my mind, a little stupid thing that is, as they say, renting space in my head for free.  Sometimes, writing about it serves as an eviction notice.  Let’s hope.  Last Thursday night at my Men’s Meeting, and old guy, even older than I … let’s call him Ozzie … walked up to me and after saying, Hi, Bud, he added, Are you gaining weight?  His annoying little smirk made it clear he thought he was being funny.  He wasn’t.
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Monday Smiles – 3/2/2015

Posted March 2, 2015 by oldereyes
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russian boardMy wife, Muri, and I attend a lot of theatrical events ranging from drama and comedy to musicals.  We attend concerts of classical music, jazz or rock and roll.  We occasionally attend more diverse fare, like dance or magic shows or acrobats, courtesy of Goldstar Events, the half-price ticket outlet that sends a list of available events by email every week.  We’ve seen the Blue Man Group and Cirque du Soleil at sea.  Consequently, a show rarely strikes us as completely unique.  This weekend, Goldstar was offering tickets to Sequence 8, a show by Les 7 Doigts de la Main (Seven Fingers of the Hand), billed on the Goldstar site as a Canadian cirque troupe.   The show was a combination of performance art, comedy, interesting music, acrobatic choreography and cirque acts that left the audience gasping. Read the rest of this post »

Spock

Posted March 1, 2015 by oldereyes
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spockAs I was reading the news on my Android tablet this Friday morning, a banner drifted across the top of the screen in red:  Leonard Nimoy Dies at 83.  Like many others, I’m sure, my first thought was that Spock is dead. And I wanted to write this post … with this title.  But I wondered: Is it dismissive to say goodbye to an actor in the name of his best known character rather than his real name? Perhaps,  but perhaps not. Nimoy himself was ambivalent about his identification with the half Vulcan, half human member of the crew of the Enterprise.   In 1977, Nimoy authored I Am Not Spock, in which he wrote about the rest of his life and seemed to distance himself from his alter ego.  After publishing his second autobiography, I Am Spock, he expressed regret that he wrote the first.  At any rate, I only knew Nimoy as Spock, so this is the only personal farewell I can write.  If you are interested in more about the man himself, I’d recommend the article in Variety.
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