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A half-gallon bag of pills and a big glass of water... and I’ll be fine

Let’s just get this straight. I’m getting older. As I understand it, some old people do not take pills, but I do. I didn’t realize how many I took until a recent doctor’s visit. I knew that I was taking about two quarts of pills. That’s the size of the bag I keep them in. Once I took the bag with me to the doctor’s office, but the people in the waiting room kept asking me if I needed to go ahead of them. I guess they figured with that many pills, I must be really sick.

Declutter or die buried under a pile of old magazines

As the new year rolls in, we really should do some rolling out. Rolling out the trash bins. I did that a in mid-2022 when I decided to retire from my tax preparation business. I turned the office into a guest room. But as I cleaned, I realized I had a lot more than just tax prep business in there. There were drawers full of old calendars, carbon copies of checks dating back to 1985, and lots and lots of books. Many of those books were bought during the time my husband was in college back in the 1960s. Many were about computer science. No one, except the Smithsonian Archaeological collection might be looking for a textbook on BASIC computer programming. So, I purged that ten by sixteen room. It took two weeks. I dusted shelves, went through paperwork, mopped the floor, and generally did an excellent job.

Hither and yawn...

This is a “catch all” column of items intended for publication during 2022, but somehow didn’t make the cut. They are offered now, with few breaths remaining in the old year. So, here goes: The late Charles Uxer, longtime school superintendent and for several years director of the El Paso Educational Service Center, enjoyed visiting elementary classrooms.

The last week of the year must be carefully spent...

During the seven days between Christmas and New Years is a time of reckoning. It is a time of cleaning out closets to make room for the new sweaters and robes we received. It’s a time of eating that pile of chocolates left at the bottom of the stockings. It’s a time for soup making. It’s a time for making lists and planning last-of-the-year spending. It’s a time for reading with a hot cup of tea and a time for putting together toys. It’s a time of organizing and getting that last deep breath before the new year begins.

Christmas on the Rails

Less is heard about trains these days, particularly since the homegoing of Johnny Cash. He always loved train songs. Accounts of a single railroad car are even rarer, despite the jump start provided in 1930 by “The Little Engine That Could,” a children’s book.