shouldazagged
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When my young co-workers on my last job, both white kids and black, began calling me "Mister Mike" I knew I was getting up there.
Why it really sucks to get old
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Coldshooter
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I just hit 63 yesterday and often wonder what I woill be when I grow up. I was 41 when my son was born so I have spent a great amount of time with parents much younger than myself which keeps me from falling into those this my parts are wearing out conversations. At the same time I am a member of an organization with several members in their 90s who are a good example to people half their are. At least I'm not like a coworker my age who was flirting with one of our college interns and told her was a lot like her at that age, her answer "You mean you were getting hit on by clueless old guys?"
shouldazagged
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That's a young lady I'd enjoy meeting, Coldshooter. And not to hit on her.
Of course, I have a stepson your age.
Of course, I have a stepson your age.
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To me my age is just a number. It's truly a state of mind. I turned 50 last month. I can still do everything I could when I was 17, and I can do it better. I never intend for that to change. (Go ahead, laugh at me. I believe in having a positive mindset). In my mind I'm still 17.
I am in perfect health. Only thing that I have a problem with is sleeping, which is why I'm on the forum at 0535. Woke up and couldn't get back to sleep.
Oh, I guess my mental state is not so good. I get up, walk into the next room and forget why. Two hours ago is impossible to remember, but I can immediately tell you the teams that played in all 49 Super Bowls.
Missus Fan, who is almost 5 years older calls me Clarence. I call her Mabel. I love older Women. I told her she better not leave me or croak or I'll have to cruise the nursing homes.
Jim
In my mind I'm still 17.I am in perfect health. Only thing that I have a problem with is sleeping, which is why I'm on the forum at 0535. Woke up and couldn't get back to sleep.
Oh, I guess my mental state is not so good. I get up, walk into the next room and forget why. Two hours ago is impossible to remember, but I can immediately tell you the teams that played in all 49 Super Bowls.
Missus Fan, who is almost 5 years older calls me Clarence. I call her Mabel. I love older Women. I told her she better not leave me or croak or I'll have to cruise the nursing homes.
Jim
I'm 56 and I don't feel too bad. Other than for allergies I haven't been to the doctor in over 15 years, I eat healthy, have very little processed foods, very little dairy or bread, and lots and lots of protein, but I may turn into an egg some day. Never had a problem with sleep, knees, back, joints, internals or anything else that I can think of. I lifted weights for many decades so I still have quite a bit of muscle and I attribute that to much of my good health and overall wellness. Also I haven't taken an aspirin or any kind of pain killer in at least 20 years. Headaches, backaches, or pain is just an electrical impulse of your body telling you something is a little wrong and to be aware of it. Tough it out and it should go away and if it doesn't see your doctor. Don't be a wimp and take pain killers unless it is absolutely unbearable, the pills probably do a lot more harm than good. I'm planning on a lot of bicycling this summer, a four wheeler trip to the Rocky Mountains, and my wife and I will be parasailing on Memorial day at the lake. Stay active and enjoy life while you are able
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So long as your mind is hill starp? Huh.
So, before going to bed last night I made a list of the things to do today. It was perfect.
Sooo, 0450 my body decides, without consulting my addled brain, that it is all done sleeping. My eyelids flap up like roller shades. I leap - - - well, stagger, out of bed to my dresser to retrieve my note. Top of the list: make coffee.
Sooo, I proceed toward the kitchen to do so when I pass a mirror and see I need a shave. Quick right turn into the bathroom, open the cabinet to retrieve the razor and soap, note that the Tylenol bottle is nearly empty. No problem, take it to the livingroom phone and set it by the list of meds to call in to the pharmacy. Note the front drapes are closed. But I decide that can wait until I shave.
Heading back toward the bathroom I pass the kitchen door and see my pill box on the counter. Can't forget those! Reaching for them I remember I came here to make coffee, which is on another counter. I head for it and our parrot squawks from her cage, wanting me to uncover her. Head over, pull the cover, note the front drapes are closed. Head out to open them, note my favorite house plant is looking a bit wilted. Turn around, back to kitchen, get pitcher of water, head back toward livingroom. Passing the espresso maker I realize I haven't turned it on, so I do so, setting down the pitcher.
The parrot squawks again to tell me I need to open the door for her and put some fruit in her cage. I do so, note the front drapes are still closed, proceed to them, note the wilting plant, return to kitchen to begin lengthy search for the water pitcher, which is SUPPOSED to be in a cupboard. When I notice my pill box on the other counter. Can't forget those!
Head for then, see bathroom door is still open. Remembering that I have to shave. Going in I close the door, shutting out all those distractions. Actually successfully shaved without significant blood loss. Blood thinners, donchya know. Putting razor and soap away I note the Tylenol bottle is missing, remember I put it by the livingroom phone where I am sure I also set down my list for the day. Proceed to phone, see bottle, no sign of list, note that drapes are still closed, plant is wilting. Back to kitchen, passing the parrot and the espresso maker where I note the water pitcher and wonder how it got there.
As I pick it up I see my pill box on the other counter. Can't forget those! Head for them, remember that the water is getting hot in the espresso maker and I should have the small pitcher of milk ready, and the chocolate. Set down water pitcher, open fridge, pull out milk, retrieve milk pitcher from base of espresso maker, fill it. Turn toward the pantry for the chocolate, note pill box on counter. Can't forget those! Reach for them but remember I haven't watered the wilting plant. Pick up water pitcher, pass by parrot to livingroom, note drapes still closed. Set pitcher on fireplace mantel, reach over the potted cactus, pull open the right side drape. Push wilting plant closer to the window, turn around to get the water pitcher. Parrot squawks enthusiastically at the light coming in and I turn to shush her so she won't wake my Dearly Beloved. Then walk past her into kitchen to see that the espresso maker is now hot, and stop to fill the grounds basket. Look around for the milk pitcher, see it on the far counter, head for it, note pill box on counter. Can't forget those!
Get there, reach for them, suddenly remember I haven't re-found my note. Should have been by the phone. Attempt quick pocket search, realize I have left my shirt in the bathroom and am traipsing around in my Cookie Monster jammie bottoms. To bathroom, rummage through shirt and pants, no note. CAREFULLY open bedroom door and tip-toe to my dresser to rummage through the stuff on top. No note. Dearly Beloved rolls over, pretending she hasn't been disturbed. Love that woman!
Back out toward livingroom to, oh, you know, just check to see if the note is by the phone.
Isn't. Note that the left drapes are still closed.
But I KNEW that coffee was at the top of the list so I return to kitchen so see grounds basket sitting on the counter, but no sign of the milk pitcher. Turn around to look for it, note pill box on other counter. Can't forget those!
Head for them, see milk pitcher and milk bottle by sink, turn to fill pitcher, put milk away, place pitcher back on counter. Parrot squawks at the noise, reminding me I haven't open the rest of the drapes. Did I water the wilting plant? Turn around to look in cupboard, can't see water pitcher, remember it is on the fireplace mantel. Head for it, note left drapes not open, FINALLY walk over to them and pull them open! Look at phone, realize I still haven't found the note. But I DO know that coffee was at the top!
Back to kitchen, passing bathroom, when I wondered, just one more time, if the note might be mooshed into the bottom of a pocket. Go in, check pockets carefully, not there.
Did I REALLY check carefully on the dresser? Carefully open bedroom door, tip-toe once more to the dresser, lift wallet, money clip, the note I had started sometime last week, now long forgotten, accidentally push coins off dresser. They ring sweetly on the floor. Dearly Beloved is no longer pretending to be asleep. Rolls over, sighs deeply, but not the "breathing disturbance" type of sigh.
Give up on note being on dresser. BUT I remembered that coffee was at the top! Back to kitchen. Espresso maker is ready, coffee basket is ready, I put milk pitcher next to it and capture cup under the spigots. Start flow of water. Out the corner of my eye I see the pill box. Can't forget that! Water is dripping slowly, plenty of time.
Head for pill box, suddenly remembering the water pitcher on the fireplace mantle. Glance at espresso maker. Plenty of time. Head for livingroom, lift pitcher off mantle, successfully water plant without spilling too much water on the floor. Parrot squawks her approval.
Leaning over the cactus reminded me I was still wearing only my jammie bottoms. Head for bathroom to finish changing, note pill box on kitchen counter. Turn to get my pills, hear distressing noise from the espresso maker. Coffee has overflowed the capture cup and run all over the counter and onto the floor.
Scramble to shut off water. Lament lovely espresso all over the floor. Clean up, minimizing – I hoped - the banging of cupboard doors and steel utensils in the sink. Refill espresso maker water reservoir, refill grounds basket, place newly cleaned capture cup under spigots, turn on heater.
Dearly Beloved floats into the kitchen, asking why I am still in my Cookie Monster jammie bottoms with my clothes hanging in the bathroom, why there is a half-full pitcher of water on the fireplace mantel, a pile of coffee-soaked paper towels in the sink, a room-temp pitcher of milk on the counter, and if I am going to take my pills.
Of course I am! It's on the list.
So, before going to bed last night I made a list of the things to do today. It was perfect.
Sooo, 0450 my body decides, without consulting my addled brain, that it is all done sleeping. My eyelids flap up like roller shades. I leap - - - well, stagger, out of bed to my dresser to retrieve my note. Top of the list: make coffee.
Sooo, I proceed toward the kitchen to do so when I pass a mirror and see I need a shave. Quick right turn into the bathroom, open the cabinet to retrieve the razor and soap, note that the Tylenol bottle is nearly empty. No problem, take it to the livingroom phone and set it by the list of meds to call in to the pharmacy. Note the front drapes are closed. But I decide that can wait until I shave.
Heading back toward the bathroom I pass the kitchen door and see my pill box on the counter. Can't forget those! Reaching for them I remember I came here to make coffee, which is on another counter. I head for it and our parrot squawks from her cage, wanting me to uncover her. Head over, pull the cover, note the front drapes are closed. Head out to open them, note my favorite house plant is looking a bit wilted. Turn around, back to kitchen, get pitcher of water, head back toward livingroom. Passing the espresso maker I realize I haven't turned it on, so I do so, setting down the pitcher.
The parrot squawks again to tell me I need to open the door for her and put some fruit in her cage. I do so, note the front drapes are still closed, proceed to them, note the wilting plant, return to kitchen to begin lengthy search for the water pitcher, which is SUPPOSED to be in a cupboard. When I notice my pill box on the other counter. Can't forget those!
Head for then, see bathroom door is still open. Remembering that I have to shave. Going in I close the door, shutting out all those distractions. Actually successfully shaved without significant blood loss. Blood thinners, donchya know. Putting razor and soap away I note the Tylenol bottle is missing, remember I put it by the livingroom phone where I am sure I also set down my list for the day. Proceed to phone, see bottle, no sign of list, note that drapes are still closed, plant is wilting. Back to kitchen, passing the parrot and the espresso maker where I note the water pitcher and wonder how it got there.
As I pick it up I see my pill box on the other counter. Can't forget those! Head for them, remember that the water is getting hot in the espresso maker and I should have the small pitcher of milk ready, and the chocolate. Set down water pitcher, open fridge, pull out milk, retrieve milk pitcher from base of espresso maker, fill it. Turn toward the pantry for the chocolate, note pill box on counter. Can't forget those! Reach for them but remember I haven't watered the wilting plant. Pick up water pitcher, pass by parrot to livingroom, note drapes still closed. Set pitcher on fireplace mantel, reach over the potted cactus, pull open the right side drape. Push wilting plant closer to the window, turn around to get the water pitcher. Parrot squawks enthusiastically at the light coming in and I turn to shush her so she won't wake my Dearly Beloved. Then walk past her into kitchen to see that the espresso maker is now hot, and stop to fill the grounds basket. Look around for the milk pitcher, see it on the far counter, head for it, note pill box on counter. Can't forget those!
Get there, reach for them, suddenly remember I haven't re-found my note. Should have been by the phone. Attempt quick pocket search, realize I have left my shirt in the bathroom and am traipsing around in my Cookie Monster jammie bottoms. To bathroom, rummage through shirt and pants, no note. CAREFULLY open bedroom door and tip-toe to my dresser to rummage through the stuff on top. No note. Dearly Beloved rolls over, pretending she hasn't been disturbed. Love that woman!
Back out toward livingroom to, oh, you know, just check to see if the note is by the phone.
Isn't. Note that the left drapes are still closed.
But I KNEW that coffee was at the top of the list so I return to kitchen so see grounds basket sitting on the counter, but no sign of the milk pitcher. Turn around to look for it, note pill box on other counter. Can't forget those!
Head for them, see milk pitcher and milk bottle by sink, turn to fill pitcher, put milk away, place pitcher back on counter. Parrot squawks at the noise, reminding me I haven't open the rest of the drapes. Did I water the wilting plant? Turn around to look in cupboard, can't see water pitcher, remember it is on the fireplace mantel. Head for it, note left drapes not open, FINALLY walk over to them and pull them open! Look at phone, realize I still haven't found the note. But I DO know that coffee was at the top!
Back to kitchen, passing bathroom, when I wondered, just one more time, if the note might be mooshed into the bottom of a pocket. Go in, check pockets carefully, not there.
Did I REALLY check carefully on the dresser? Carefully open bedroom door, tip-toe once more to the dresser, lift wallet, money clip, the note I had started sometime last week, now long forgotten, accidentally push coins off dresser. They ring sweetly on the floor. Dearly Beloved is no longer pretending to be asleep. Rolls over, sighs deeply, but not the "breathing disturbance" type of sigh.
Give up on note being on dresser. BUT I remembered that coffee was at the top! Back to kitchen. Espresso maker is ready, coffee basket is ready, I put milk pitcher next to it and capture cup under the spigots. Start flow of water. Out the corner of my eye I see the pill box. Can't forget that! Water is dripping slowly, plenty of time.
Head for pill box, suddenly remembering the water pitcher on the fireplace mantle. Glance at espresso maker. Plenty of time. Head for livingroom, lift pitcher off mantle, successfully water plant without spilling too much water on the floor. Parrot squawks her approval.
Leaning over the cactus reminded me I was still wearing only my jammie bottoms. Head for bathroom to finish changing, note pill box on kitchen counter. Turn to get my pills, hear distressing noise from the espresso maker. Coffee has overflowed the capture cup and run all over the counter and onto the floor.
Scramble to shut off water. Lament lovely espresso all over the floor. Clean up, minimizing – I hoped - the banging of cupboard doors and steel utensils in the sink. Refill espresso maker water reservoir, refill grounds basket, place newly cleaned capture cup under spigots, turn on heater.
Dearly Beloved floats into the kitchen, asking why I am still in my Cookie Monster jammie bottoms with my clothes hanging in the bathroom, why there is a half-full pitcher of water on the fireplace mantel, a pile of coffee-soaked paper towels in the sink, a room-temp pitcher of milk on the counter, and if I am going to take my pills.
Of course I am! It's on the list.
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Man, I thought Gator Farmer got pardoned until I saw this was a zombie thread.
Three years into a 20 to 40. I still think about those 5 kids.
I have thought about this aging thing for years. As stated above, I still have the desires and interests I have always had. Then it hit me. My soul, my spirit, is eternal. It does not age. My material body does. When my body dies, I will not be dead. My soul will be released. It will live forever. Where that will be depends on your actions here. You cannot earn your way into heaven. You get there by grace. Accept it or reject it.
Getting Old
The up side of getting old is that many, many Doctors' kids have got to go to college because of us and our medical insurance plus our life savings.
The up side of getting old is that many, many Doctors' kids have got to go to college because of us and our medical insurance plus our life savings.
That's really it,isn't it jimmyj? The next generation moves ahead then the generation after that,etc,etc [emoji846]
Ya, I see a few girls that make me wish I was in my 20s again. Then, I remember some of the pains I caused myself and others at that age.
I am 68 and still go out on a job once in a while. I tell those kids, not to do stuff. Pick up heavy stuff or strain against things. They all say its fine. I tell them it was fine for me too when I was their age. But, now its not so fine. My shoulders are shot, my knees and my back. They just look at me like I am senile, the same as I did at their age when told the same things.
I will say that hard work has paid off in its way. For my age I still get around pretty good. Many of the guys I knew with office job's have bad hearts, or other such maladies and a few are not around anymore.
I am 68 and still go out on a job once in a while. I tell those kids, not to do stuff. Pick up heavy stuff or strain against things. They all say its fine. I tell them it was fine for me too when I was their age. But, now its not so fine. My shoulders are shot, my knees and my back. They just look at me like I am senile, the same as I did at their age when told the same things.
I will say that hard work has paid off in its way. For my age I still get around pretty good. Many of the guys I knew with office job's have bad hearts, or other such maladies and a few are not around anymore.
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Interesting discussion...
Just turned 68 a week ago and while getting older sucks it sure beats the alternative...
I've been ridden hard and put away wet most of life and loved every minute of it. Being retired is the best three things that ever happened to me but fortunately I am in excellent health and stay very active {5' 9" - 180#}. Having a wonderful bride for the last 49 years helps more than a little as well {not likely anyone else would put up with me}.
For fun I ride my Indian Springfield about 15K miles a year. Do another 10 - 12K in our little 24' motorhome often towing our Polaris Rzr or the bike in a cargo trailer.
Two knee replacements {on the same leg} slowed me down a little but still manage to play golf about once a week. Shingles wasn't much fun especially because it left me with permanent nerve damage in my right foot {PHN}. The VA continues to meet all of medical needs {hearing aides, C-Pap, blood pressure monitor etc.}
Still find time for shooting, mostly with my handguns and continue to keep my carry permit current {for the last 15 years}.
No doubt old age ain't for wussies but damn, I have had one helluva good time and I'm not nearly done yet... Woo Hoo!
Just turned 68 a week ago and while getting older sucks it sure beats the alternative...
I've been ridden hard and put away wet most of life and loved every minute of it. Being retired is the best three things that ever happened to me but fortunately I am in excellent health and stay very active {5' 9" - 180#}. Having a wonderful bride for the last 49 years helps more than a little as well {not likely anyone else would put up with me}.
For fun I ride my Indian Springfield about 15K miles a year. Do another 10 - 12K in our little 24' motorhome often towing our Polaris Rzr or the bike in a cargo trailer.
Two knee replacements {on the same leg} slowed me down a little but still manage to play golf about once a week. Shingles wasn't much fun especially because it left me with permanent nerve damage in my right foot {PHN}. The VA continues to meet all of medical needs {hearing aides, C-Pap, blood pressure monitor etc.}
Still find time for shooting, mostly with my handguns and continue to keep my carry permit current {for the last 15 years}.
No doubt old age ain't for wussies but damn, I have had one helluva good time and I'm not nearly done yet... Woo Hoo!
Everything was peachy for me up to age 60. Then it seems that all the
"stuff" hit the fan. Pulmonary embolism, prostate cancer, heart attacks,
pacemaker-defibrillator, etc. etc. etc.
Been dealing with it all. Will be 85 in February. Try to stay positive.
Sometimes it's not easy.
I had a friend who Dr. told had terminal cancer. I was telling him how
sorry I was. He said "Life is a xxxx sandwich, but we've gotta eat."
I think life is kinda like a bath. After being in it for a while, it's not so
hot.
"stuff" hit the fan. Pulmonary embolism, prostate cancer, heart attacks,
pacemaker-defibrillator, etc. etc. etc.
Been dealing with it all. Will be 85 in February. Try to stay positive.
Sometimes it's not easy.
I had a friend who Dr. told had terminal cancer. I was telling him how
sorry I was. He said "Life is a xxxx sandwich, but we've gotta eat."
I think life is kinda like a bath. After being in it for a while, it's not so
hot.
What age do you have to get to before you're considered old? I'm only 81 and I dread getting there.
(I've been known to fib a bit I've been told)
(I've been known to fib a bit I've been told)
I didn't feel old until 83, so you have a couple of good years left.
A shopping trip around Walmart is about a day's work for me now.
I get tired just thinking about all the yard work I used to do, but don't
even want to try to do it now. Just the housework is about all I can
get away with. My Mrs is worse off than I am.
A shopping trip around Walmart is about a day's work for me now.
I get tired just thinking about all the yard work I used to do, but don't
even want to try to do it now. Just the housework is about all I can
get away with. My Mrs is worse off than I am.
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"How old do you think you'd be if you didn't know how old you was ? Satchell Paige
On the other hand, consider the alternative. I hit the Big 70 in September, most days I can pass for 40-50, people who know me say i act like I'm 13. I still bicycle to work, that drives people crazy. I have enjoyed robust health.
On the other hand, consider the alternative. I hit the Big 70 in September, most days I can pass for 40-50, people who know me say i act like I'm 13. I still bicycle to work, that drives people crazy. I have enjoyed robust health.
What this story sets out is a classic example of the "but first" syndrome, where you start and go half-way through a half dozen things where you determine that "but first" you have to get started on another matter before you complete the prior one(s). You feel like you've been busy all day but nothing seemed to get accomplished.
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