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A couple of weeks ago, I bought my low-vision dad a box of 36 black Sharpie pens for Father’s Day.

Strategically, I put a couple of them in each room of the house (sometimes multiple placements per room) where he was likely to want to write something down, sort of like when you hide foil Easter eggs in plain sight so that very small children don’t get too frustrated trying to find them, delighting with the pleasure of discovery when they do.

These days, his fingers are swollen and painful so we practiced removing the cap and clicking it back on several times.

I then placed the box with the remainder of the pens on the coffee table down in the basement, the one that sits in front of a movie-theatre sized TV screen, alongside a row of brand new lined notebooks awaiting large-font, Sharpie updates of the stock exchange, piles of documents my father can no longer read and an unopened bag of Miss Vickie’s Jalapeño chips.

I stopped by with their groceries this week-end, prompting my father to leave the comfort of his lazy-boy office chair, climb two flights of stairs, cane in one hand, ice pack wrapped around the other. He then settled in his living room chair and waited for me to log into his online investment account.

“By the way,”, he said, “where’s that black marker you got me the other day?”

Cue emoji facepalm.

In other getting nowhere news, I completed a full week of this health and fitness program app that has me logging in how much I weigh, what I eat, how much water I drink and how many steps I take daily.

How did I do? Well, after a week of religious accountability and logging in, of climbing that great hill of lifestyle change in pursuit of the ever-elusive “I have arrived and am here to stay” affirmation, I am at the exact same place I started.

‘Cause let’s be honest, the only measurement that really counts in a program that asks you to weigh yourself every day, is weight loss.

Never fear, I am not giving up. Wipe the slate clean and start again, new Sharpie in hand.

10 thoughts on “Where You Start Is Where You Finish

  1. Jean says:

    “Energy and persistence conquer all things.”
    – Benjiamin Franklin

    Liked by 1 person

    1. bogeyandruby says:

      Persistance and perseverance are key!


  2. Louise Dwerryhouse says:

    I was on the yo-yo train for 30 years: Over the years I lost my full body weight many times over. It was only once I was diagnosed with pre diabetes was I able to take off the 20 pounds and have them stay off for 18 months reversing the pre-diabetes. Fear was the only motivator that worked for me. It entailed a complete lifestyle change. Good for you to tackle weight loss before any health issues emerge. Your attitude is good. Each day is a new opportunity to start again. I wish you great success.

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    1. bogeyandruby says:

      Thank you for sharing your inspiring journey, Louise, and for your good wishes. Glad you have been able to reverse the diabetes. In my case, I am trying to stave off a very strong family history and get this sweet tooth of mine to calm down. Once I get the sweets out of my system, I am good to go and treat myself to the 70% cocoa Lindt balls that are melt in the mouth enough to make you think they are milk chocolate. 🙂


  3. mariposacafe says:

    Lovin this blog…👍😘

    Liked by 1 person

    1. bogeyandruby says:

      Thanks, Victor!! 🙏😊


  4. Maxine Godfrey says:

    Sounds like me. Where’s my glasses, ipad, phone etc

    Liked by 1 person

    1. bogeyandruby says:

      Me too! And that’s why I put the pens all over their house! Haha


  5. Kiki says:

    Beautiful, touching post. Long live your dad and yourself…. My mum, 96% blind, also STILL writes and does crosswords, in a very ‘wide’ black sharpie too, as anything other she can’t make out any longer at all.
    But HEY, thy’re being active nd staying in contact with the world. Lovely stuff that is!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. bogeyandruby says:

      Thank you, Kiki! Here’s to our courageous, tenacious parents! And here’s to black Sharpie markers! 🙌

      Liked by 1 person

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