I was walking from the supermarket to the bus stop carrying two bags of groceries when a boy who looked about 10 came up behind me and offered to carry my bags.
I felt really touched, and thanked him for his thoughtfulness but the bus stop was only a couple of steps away so I was O.K
I was walking from the supermarket to the bus stop carrying two bags of groceries when a boy who looked about 10 came up behind me and offered to carry my bags.
I was offered help loading bags into the trunk of my car.
I once did laundry and forgot to put the soap in. "That's nothing," a friend said. "I did laundry and forgot to put the clothes in."
When "Famous Birthdays" are announced on TV news, I have no idea who most of those people are.
I have heard of Taylor Swift but I've never heard a note of her music -- nor do I care to.
I always thought Paris Hilton was a hotel in France's capital.
You know you're getting old when hair doesn't grow where you want it to . . . and grows where you don't want it to.
At a church event a few years back where the elders met the young people, one of the questions I asked was "Which music do you think you'll remember when you are my age?" One of them said Taylor Swift, of whom I had never heard. I had to ask someone else later, "Is that singer male or female?" I admit that I have heard the name several times since then, but would not be able to identify the music. I think that may have been a clear indication of the ageing process.
I quite often get offered seats on the Underground now. I usually gratefully accept, but if it is in the morning rush hour I sometimes say "are you on the way to work? If so, you need it more than I do." (Bearing in mind that if they are working and paying taxes, they are paying for my state pension.)
Just posted on the eclipse thread. Thinking about our sons' experience of the 1999 eclipse, and wondering if they would remember the eye-safety warnings they would have been given at school, then realised that both were out of education by then.
That did suddenly make me feel old.
You are old when people ask, "How are you?" and you tell them.
We used to have a once a monthly cocktail hour with friends. We were all in our 70's. We had a rule that we could only spend 10 minutes as a group talking about what hurt.
You are old when people ask, "How are you?" and you tell them.
I've done that fairly often since I was in my 20s. Mind you, people asking me how I am when I've just thrown up my last meal, or have said I've got a migraine starting, is irritating enough that giving them the gory details might make them shut up.
I am reading an apocalypse-drama book. People are saying they will just walk to x place, only a couple of miles more, and my knees and hips ache just reading it all.
I’m currently on a summer school in a cathedral city where the cathedral is at the top of a very steep hill. This year more of us are saying it is too hard on the knees to walk up or down.
I don't even want to think about walking uphill. It's hard enough walking downhill these days.
My orthopedist tells me my knees are "shot". I want to avoid knee replacement if it is at all possible, although that is what he is recommending. So far steroid injections have been a big help, although gel injections not so much. I understand there's a procedure whereby the nerve can be killed, thus eliminating the pain but not of course curing the problem. I may look into that.
My wife has serious arthritis in one knee as well as some in her other knee, both hips and ankles. She dreads getting it in her hands, as her mother did, because it might prevent her sewing.
She has told me that while walking uphill is tiring, walking downhill is actually worse because she can’t bend her ankles.
I’m just weak and have lousy balance nowadays. What a pair of crocks and we’re not seventy yet.
I've just had one knee replaced at age 59, and hope to avoid having the other done. The pain is very bad, and oral opiates don't work on me--so that experience kinda sucked. But it's purely amazing none that I can walk with no knee pain at all!!!!
I’m currently on a summer school in a cathedral city where the cathedral is at the top of a very steep hill. This year more of us are saying it is too hard on the knees to walk up or down.
I went to one of the Steampunk Festivals in Lincoln, and we were supposed to meet friends in a pub somewhere on Steep Hill. By the time we found it we were staggering - and very glad to totter to the bar!
Fortunately there is a very useful bus which does a circuit including the railway station, cathedral, castle, central shopping area, Brayford Pool etc.
I encountered this today and thought of this thread:
The Senility Prayer
Grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked,
the good fortune to run into the ones I do like,
and the eyesight to tell the difference.
Last born is 40 today so definitely have reached the holy staye of boilerdom. She is in the UK so Whatsapp is my friend.
Our youngest (of five) was 30 this year and he was a bit of a surprise to parents not in their first flush of youth. Moreover, he’s still a teenager in some ways (doesn’t keep in touch, hasn’t really settled) so that keeps us feeling young however decrepit we may be.
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I felt really touched, and thanked him for his thoughtfulness but the bus stop was only a couple of steps away so I was O.K
I was offered help loading bags into the trunk of my car.
I once did laundry and forgot to put the soap in. "That's nothing," a friend said. "I did laundry and forgot to put the clothes in."
When "Famous Birthdays" are announced on TV news, I have no idea who most of those people are.
I have heard of Taylor Swift but I've never heard a note of her music -- nor do I care to.
I always thought Paris Hilton was a hotel in France's capital.
You know you're getting old when hair doesn't grow where you want it to . . . and grows where you don't want it to.
When my youngest child turned 55 and I noted he was now eligible to live in senior housing it was a bit of a shock.
That did suddenly make me feel old.
We used to have a once a monthly cocktail hour with friends. We were all in our 70's. We had a rule that we could only spend 10 minutes as a group talking about what hurt.
I've done that fairly often since I was in my 20s. Mind you, people asking me how I am when I've just thrown up my last meal, or have said I've got a migraine starting, is irritating enough that giving them the gory details might make them shut up.
My orthopedist tells me my knees are "shot". I want to avoid knee replacement if it is at all possible, although that is what he is recommending. So far steroid injections have been a big help, although gel injections not so much. I understand there's a procedure whereby the nerve can be killed, thus eliminating the pain but not of course curing the problem. I may look into that.
She has told me that while walking uphill is tiring, walking downhill is actually worse because she can’t bend her ankles.
I’m just weak and have lousy balance nowadays. What a pair of crocks and we’re not seventy yet.
Lincoln?
The Senility Prayer
Grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked,
the good fortune to run into the ones I do like,
and the eyesight to tell the difference.
Our youngest (of five) was 30 this year and he was a bit of a surprise to parents not in their first flush of youth. Moreover, he’s still a teenager in some ways (doesn’t keep in touch, hasn’t really settled) so that keeps us feeling young however decrepit we may be.
You know you're getting old when at every class reunion the list of classmates who have died grows longer.