<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9414382</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:31:02.815-08:00</updated><category term='possessions'/><category term='favorite child'/><category term='ladder of life'/><category term='aging'/><category term='life stages'/><category term='caring for parent'/><title type='text'>Looking Forward While Looking Back</title><subtitle type='html'>Dreaming of the life yet to come.....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetones.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9414382/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetones.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lietta Ruger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QV-DTgaLp3c/TyWuf_XI6FI/AAAAAAAAGC4/LzwqFdoXv8Q/s220/038.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9414382.post-1088144904965087592</id><published>2010-09-20T16:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T16:11:15.326-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aging'/><title type='text'>She really does like her solitude and it’s okay.</title><summary type='text'>Reassuring article, New York Times; Aging’s Misunderstood Virtues  explains that as we age our so do our tastes, preferences and what interested us at 45 or 50 may not be of interest in later years, as we mature so do our interests, we are continually evolving.    I have worried that my mother seems to spend more time alone than I think is healthy.  Perhaps not; quoting from the article;     “We </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetones.blogspot.com/feeds/1088144904965087592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9414382&amp;postID=1088144904965087592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9414382/posts/default/1088144904965087592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9414382/posts/default/1088144904965087592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetones.blogspot.com/2010/09/she-really-does-like-her-solitude-and.html' title='She really does like her solitude and it’s okay.'/><author><name>Lietta Ruger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QV-DTgaLp3c/TyWuf_XI6FI/AAAAAAAAGC4/LzwqFdoXv8Q/s220/038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9414382.post-1411873552069336439</id><published>2010-09-20T15:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T15:45:23.832-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite child'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caring for parent'/><title type='text'>Is the ‘Favorite’ child going to take care of Mom?</title><summary type='text'>I know, I know..my mom says it too, she doesn’t have favorites, she loves us all the same.   Actually, I have come to recognize that I don’t want to be loved ‘the same’ as my siblings, because somehow it denudes my specialness, and I am then just one of the brood.  My mother would never admit to having a favorite among her four children.  I like to believe that I don’t have a favorite among my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetones.blogspot.com/feeds/1411873552069336439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9414382&amp;postID=1411873552069336439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9414382/posts/default/1411873552069336439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9414382/posts/default/1411873552069336439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetones.blogspot.com/2010/09/is-favorite-child-going-to-take-care-of.html' title='Is the ‘Favorite’ child going to take care of Mom?'/><author><name>Lietta Ruger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QV-DTgaLp3c/TyWuf_XI6FI/AAAAAAAAGC4/LzwqFdoXv8Q/s220/038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9414382.post-2755437283728853503</id><published>2010-09-20T15:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T15:30:57.631-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='possessions'/><title type='text'>Stuff, Getting it, getting rid of it</title><summary type='text'>  It’s a strange cycle, all those years spent slowly acquiring ‘things’ only to reach this age and wish to be shed of most of them.  I’m reminded of the late George Carlin’s performance routine in which he talks about ‘stuff’.    Coming across an article in The New York Times; When Possessions Lead to Paralysis, I am reminded fondly of what George Carlin has to say about it.  We just saw our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetones.blogspot.com/feeds/2755437283728853503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9414382&amp;postID=2755437283728853503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9414382/posts/default/2755437283728853503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9414382/posts/default/2755437283728853503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetones.blogspot.com/2010/09/stuff-getting-it-getting-rid-of-it.html' title='Stuff, Getting it, getting rid of it'/><author><name>Lietta Ruger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QV-DTgaLp3c/TyWuf_XI6FI/AAAAAAAAGC4/LzwqFdoXv8Q/s220/038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_rMcM8OHaM7Y/TJfgoHL6vSI/AAAAAAAAE9Q/VgFmRLAfqY4/s72-c/video3737094367ea%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9414382.post-7042351668917545867</id><published>2010-09-20T15:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T15:07:48.961-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ladder of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life stages'/><title type='text'>Developmental Stages 7 and 8</title><summary type='text'>On the eight stages of the ladder of life as defined by Eric Erikson it seems I have reached Middle Adulthood, and am looking at Stages 7 and 8.  Two conflicting issues fight within to be resolved; Generativity versus Stagnation.    Eric Erickson developed a ladder of life stages theory that seems to my reading to make sense, particularly this stage of 7 and 8.    Better told in the words of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetones.blogspot.com/feeds/7042351668917545867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9414382&amp;postID=7042351668917545867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9414382/posts/default/7042351668917545867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9414382/posts/default/7042351668917545867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetones.blogspot.com/2010/09/developmental-stages-7-and-8.html' title='Developmental Stages 7 and 8'/><author><name>Lietta Ruger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QV-DTgaLp3c/TyWuf_XI6FI/AAAAAAAAGC4/LzwqFdoXv8Q/s220/038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9414382.post-6010530406337325197</id><published>2010-09-20T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T14:50:55.659-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aging'/><title type='text'>It happened when I wasn't looking</title><summary type='text'>One day I still considered myself as in my young years, knowing the dreaded Big M was just ahead.  It seemed ahead though, not something to worry myself with until Boom!   It hit, I rolled with it, it was over and then the next thing I know I have droops I never saw before, dips where there shouldn't be, OMG rolls where none had existed before, and my body just seemed to take a gravity plunge </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetones.blogspot.com/feeds/6010530406337325197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9414382&amp;postID=6010530406337325197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9414382/posts/default/6010530406337325197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9414382/posts/default/6010530406337325197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetones.blogspot.com/2010/09/it-happened-when-i-wasnt-looking.html' title='It happened when I wasn&apos;t looking'/><author><name>Lietta Ruger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QV-DTgaLp3c/TyWuf_XI6FI/AAAAAAAAGC4/LzwqFdoXv8Q/s220/038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
