Out Of The Fray

This morning I stood at the patio doors waiting for the dogs to come back in. 

I watched as the leaves came raining down on the patio. 

We didn’t really have a fall season here this year. 

The leaves, they were still green.


I’ve been thinking about the responses I got to my post about sticking one’s head in the sand. 

I’m wondering if it’s perhaps a natural inclination when you get to a certain age. To pull back a bit from the media and the huge scope of the outside world. 

Is it self-preservation in some ways? 

I really don’t think of it as pulling away like people do when they’re depressed. 

Just pulling away because our bodies and our brains tell us it’s time to get off the merry-go-round. It continues to whirl and twirl so fast. 

Whether we’re aboard or not.

To just be able to stand back where we can be still and watch. And savor. And enjoy what’s around us. 


I just want to have peace and quiet and be out of the fray.

On Being Alone…

I don’t feel alone. Well, I’m not really. I have the pupsters.

I like being the only human in the house. 

I like eating alone.

Having the bathroom to myself.

Going to sleep and waking up in the quiet.

I like to lie awake at night, in the darkness, and contemplate the day. 

I don’t fear growing older. I thought I would when I was young. 

But I don’t. I really don’t.

And The Leaves Came Falling Down…

It’s afternoon now and I just looked out the patio doors. Almost all the leaves from the tree are now a thick carpet on the ground. 
And now, there are piles of them everywhere.

Winter weather, I suppose, has commenced. 

And as I look outside, with my reflection staring back at me in the glass, I realize how proud I am…to be my own knight in shining armor.


Look what I literally stumbled across this morning…

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Thanks to Patrice, who is the author of one of the blogs, who posted it to me on Twitter.



  1. I love living alone, doing my own things.
    Not everyone understands this. My daughter has cut me out of her life, it’s her believe that I should change and be more sociable, she is thinking from her perspective and if I wouldn’t put effort into the change, she thought I couldn’t be the grandmother she wants her (unborn at the time) child to have. I tried to reason with her but she would- or could not compromise. I’m so tired of arguing over it. And being there for her every time she asks for help or support, which I never denied her, doesn’t count or calls for some loyalty. I love her to pieces, but I no longer let her judge me, or belittle me. I am open minded and try to look at everything and everyone without judgement, you rarely know all the facts, before you even have the right to judge. To put that in her education and raising has failed. She has now a 3 month old baby girl which I have never seen or held. Due to the way I love and live my life, and my chosen solitude, I’m not fit to be a (filosofical, caring and giving) grandmother.
    Greetings and love from the Netherlands (Holland).

  2. Beautiful post, Brenda☺ I too think the pulling away that you are talking about comes with maturity and reaching a certain age. As you know, I am way younger than you, but before I make most decisions or participate in activities, I always ask myself what my 80 year old self would maybe do or think. It keeps me on track and out of the fray… The chaos in today's world♥ Thanks for this wonderful post.

  3. I hope the appointment goes well at the vet with Abi today, and no surgery is needed. And I hope it won't be too much of a hassle getting there and back.

    1. Oh, I won't have any trouble getting there. And I usually have to buy dog food there, so someone always helps me out to the car. I'll let you know how it goes.

  4. I love this post today. You are reflecting exactly how I am feeling. There was a time when I felt very alone and lonely, but now I revel in living alone and can't imagine it any other way. I could have written this post myself.

    1. Well, one thing that is both good and bad about someone with Aspergers, is that they say exactly what they think. I suppose I write that way as well.

  5. Congratulations on having your blog included in the thrift blog post. It deserves to be there. You have many good ideas and you recycle and re-use things in clever ways.

    I'm not sure if the enjoyment of solitude comes with age or not. I've known people who grew up in big families who just never seem happy unless there is a crowd around, and they stay that way even as they get older. My late grandmother and late mother-in-law were like that, and my mom is too. She has a hard time understanding that sometimes, I want to visit with just her and not have every other relative in town show up too. She looks at me like I'm kooky when I say I was hoping to have some time with just her. "But everyone else wants to see you too," she'll say. She just likes being part of a clan. I do enjoy one-on-one or solitary time.

  6. what a beautifully written post.
    our society seems to think only in terms of competition and action and busyness and materialism.
    it's wonderful to meet a kindred soul who doesn't necessarily revere all those things! xo

    1. I guess it's because of materialism in this country. And the richness of it as well. I once thought I had to be busy, busy, busy. But then injuries occurred and I was forced to be still and just think.

  7. I love living alone, but I am definitely not one to bury my head in the sand. I never have been. I will always fight for what I believe in. Living alone gives me more time to do that. Winter coldness finally seems to have seeped in. I love my small cozy space. xo Laura

    1. I'm so glad you have your cozy little apartment, Laura! I used to read news magazines weekly, front to back. But I've stepped back from the politics. I just get frustrated by the process.

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