Category Archives: old age

Weak sleep and bladder and dreams

        I barely slept last night One hour at a time and I had to pee more than once, and when dozing I got the dream that all my hair had changed to white, but when I … Continue reading

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I was easy forgotten

I was easy forgotten just piece of a game the One knew words not ever compassion heart split and alone moving on shattered tears hidden in heart smiles cover up pains

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The pains where my soul is seated

        If my soul has a place in my mortal body, then it hides behind the lower tip of the right shoulder blade. You were always on my back and pushed me with your intensity and tough … Continue reading

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A poet from my time of youth has died

Reading in the paper that the Finnish poet Claes Andersson died on Wednesday this week. Thinking instantly (as always now in my old age), “next it can be me”: as he was only 12 years older than me…! 😦   … Continue reading

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At my age!

I came old and stood at the edge, mirrored nothingness fearing but fighting, as faced the end of the mortal “me” Then I met him, a freedom fighter for his own good only He caught me and brought me a … Continue reading

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At 70!

Vid 70 har man samlat på sig berg av illusioner, förlorade, återvunna, återfunna. Livet går vidare, javisst! Men själv har man nått sin vägs ände och går inte längre med. Och sedan då alla dessa berg som skymmer den fria … Continue reading

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And Sam said

  And Sam said “Lady, you shot me” and he fell back and hasty he bled to death, still in his 30s. Soon 70, I walk my way slow and oldish as life and people have hurt me hard but … Continue reading

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Hen house

Part I, Saturday It’s the weekend after Sweden voted for new leaderships in counties and parliament. The mandates for the parliament after the final statement is 144-143 to the favor of red/green bloc, but Swedish Democrats receives 62 mandates. The … Continue reading

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Longing for the sea (längtan till havet)

I have lived at inlands my whole life. Now with age it feels as if the inlands choke me and I’m longing to the sea. But I feel trapped in poverty and my lack of health and supporting friends. You’re … Continue reading

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Old Woman Blues

It’s a sad thing to have become an old woman, living alone with a cat and a TV set, desperately longing for a warm hand and a little sympathy and someone to talk to: easy victim of wreckers.  

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A future that’s not!

I’ve grown old thinking about renting a flat in a high-rise house. There’s one available now on third floor with balcony to west with a view over a bakery roof and with a window to north with big green plastic … Continue reading

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Friday now again – and I’m just tired!

No, I’m not breaking up I’m just too tired and too old for smileys, what about an old fashioned conversation improved over “keep smiling”? Another week has passed and I look in my bathroom mirror at that whey-face looking “before” … Continue reading

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Sadness is a seven letters word

      Sadness is a seven letters word. Seven black drops dirt your skin and you rub and rub to clean it off you, but you can still see there are remains of the stains. Some people are just … Continue reading

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Diamond love

I’m old, my feet hurts and I can hardly walk and surely not run. But my heart is in good shape, my doctors told me and my brain is better than ever before, you will find out. If you want … Continue reading

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Climbs the mountains (aging, part 1)

  Log for Tuesday September 12. I have a time  been thinking about write some blog posts about age and aging  – and maybe also about age discrimination. The latter, age discrimination, and myself now being an elderly person is … Continue reading

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Mr Peterson is dead

I The stench stayed heavy in the stairwell in the house where I live during November: Mr Peterson at the first floor was very dead. I saw him last this summer when he mow the lawn on his little patio. … Continue reading

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