what the parson found
What do you think the parson found,
When he got up and stared around?
The poor old chaise in a heap or mound,
As if it had been to the mill and ground.
Ninety is different. Not necessarily for everyone, speak for yourself, I'm speaking for me. Different from eighty-something. I'm experiencing, tasting, licking one finger and holding it up to the wind to judge whether the math is fun and good at ninety, the polls are closed but the votes are not all counted, and there's a one-hoss-shay sense about it, not so instant and total a pile of dust, but all of a sudden pieces are falling off.
Despite hearing aids, the hearing is harder, I need a trip to the audiologist. There's a right eye problem: ointment for the Time gap until surgery early December; the doctor said the cataracts too but I said No, Not At Ninety and he said I Understand. CHF only goes one way, so a new echocardiogram next Wednesday. A nose issue: dermatology surgery the end of next week.
A late afternoon into dark evening appointment this week taught us, again, a hard and harsh lesson about driving home after dark: please don't invite or expect us if we'd need to head home after dark; and kindly don't suggest Uber or whatever, we are what we are, we do things the old way and are not experimenting with the modern world, it's 1957 in 7H and we like it this way. Put an exclamation point there to show it's said in good spirit! Smiling but firm, learning to say not just No, but No with a Smile for loving us!
It's just not working all of a sudden.
Exercise, once vigorous, then just regular, then sedentary, at least has shifted to this new under-desk elliptical. TBH, I see nothing elliptical about it, it's just an electric foot, ankle, leg mover, but it's something.
To avoid falls, and to enable "distance walking" these new push walkers, one here in 7H, two in Linda's car. Speaking of which Bubba no longer has a car, gave my last two cars to loved ones, C to J, V to C. I still know every car in Cramer's inventory, but Linda is serious about it: "No ninety year old man needs to be buying a new car" with no exclamation point.
This morning I have no blogpost, but here (scroll down) is Fr Richard's summary of this week's daily meditations.
RSF&PTL
T90
Richard Rohr's Daily Meditations
Saturday, November 8, 2025
Week Forty-Five Summary
November 2 – November 7, 2025
Living the Sermon on the Mount
Sunday
Jesus is leading us to the new self on a new path, which is the total transformation of consciousness, worldview, motivation, goals, and rewards that characterize one who loves and is loved by God.
—Richard Rohr
Monday
Jesus taught an alternative wisdom that shakes the social order instead of upholding the conventional wisdom that maintains it.
—Richard Rohr
Tuesday
Most of us pedal pretty hard to avoid going in the direction of Jesus’ Beatitudes. We read books that promise to enrich our spirits. We find all kinds of ways to sedate our mournfulness.
—Barbara Brown Taylor
Wednesday
It is neither wealth nor poverty that keeps people out of the kingdom—it is pride.
—Clarence Jordan
Thursday
Perhaps all the world needs is enough of us to risk believing and putting the beatitudes into practice.
—Megan McKenna
Friday
I can hear Jesus saying, “Get your hands dirty to build a human society for human beings.” Christianity is not passive but active, energetic, alive, going beyond despair.
—Elias Chacour