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Dolly Parton passed recently, and I think we lost some much needed light and joy. I paid attention when they said she was 80. I find that I have more interest in peoples ages now. A few months ago I was speaking with a parent of a former student, and I mentioned that my Dad passed at 86, so I thought I'd be good to make 86. The parent is a very smart, reveered professor who I admire, and he stopped and I could see him thinking. Then he said, "No, I think you can add ten years. You are not allowing for the advances in medicine and care." I responded 96 didn't seem too appealing to me, and we both smiled.
It's not that I am afraid of dying, I know it happens. I think I am ready. Like my Dad said, I would have to say that I have had a wonderful life. Some parts not of my choosing, but they worked out okay. I guess it's the unknowing? You see I am a bonafide procrastinator, yet capable of getting a lot done at the last minute. You should see how I can straighten my little house when you call that you're on your way! But there is an invisible long list floating around in my head of things I would like to get done before I can't. Yet I don't? I watched a wonderful show on PBS last night, Mary Oliver, just one of my heroes.
"Truly I try to be good but sometimes a person just has to break out and act like the wild and springy thing one used to be."
- Mary Oliver
| Front: Brett Tolmie, Brandon Nomura, Josh Taylor, Colin Morris, Brian Center Back: Kristie Koch, Nanette Taylor, Jeff Walker, David Walter, Jim Koch, me. |
1984
(*After taking group pictures, always as unwanted task, I always let them make any goofy face they wanted, this most enjoyed.)





