What are you trying to say when you tailgate me in 25-35 mph Del Webb Sun City streets?
So, if you were born during the Truman administration - how are you considered “old” by the standards of today?
Cell phone? Working knowledge of same? Seems folks of this age likely developed them.
How far below your nipples do you wear your pants?
If you are married/partnered, does your beloved have to remind you to trim your eyebrows? Or has s/he resigned herself to the Brezhnev look? I swear, my husband is only 42, and I already have to remind him. (And after watching Andy Rooney’s farewell Sunday night, it was all I could do not to pluck Tony’s brows myself!)
Do you have a hard time pooping?
It was Kings, back then.
what is best in life?
I was also born in the Truman administration (just turned 66), and I thought the OP would be considerably older.
Can you replace kunilou and be asked lots of humiliating questions?
I’m an Eisenhower administration baby (born in '54) and retired, and while I don’t consider myself to be old yet, I’ve accepted that I’m never going to function like I did in my 30s. The geezeriest reaction of mine is probably associated with smart phones. I honestly don’t get why some people are so obsessed with being constantly in touch.
I remember the good old days when, once you left the office, that was it till you returned. Now I’m married to a man who is always checking his work email on his iPhone - even when we’re out to dinner! Last year we were on a cruise in Maine, and he was constantly checking for signal and replying to email. Then there’s my daughter with her texting, and that guy waiting for a table at Denny’s, seemingly talking to himself, till you noticed the teensy phone in his ear… Unplug, people, sheesh!!!
And physically, I find I’m lots more careful, especially when going down stairs. When I’m hauling a basket of dirty laundry down to the basement, I’m planning how I’ll protect my head should I start plummeting to the concrete below. No idea why - it’s not like I’ve had issues with falling down stairs in the past.
Just speaking for myself - I see a bigger car as more comfortable than my econobox. My Scion is a great little car for scooting around running errands, but with a trip to Florida to visit the inlaws looming, I’m longing for something a bit bigger for the long hours on I-95. We’ll probably rent something.
One thing that really scares me about “kids these days” is an epidemic of laziness, both physical and mental. I’m taking a ceramics class at a local junior college, and one of the requirements is to clean up at the end of class. It’s only 3 weeks into the semester, and already, the equipment in the room isn’t being wiped down, bags of clay are being left open to dry out, and even the sponges aren’t being rinsed on the rare occasions they are used to clean.
And good luck getting some students to think critically…
I’m not condemning all young 'uns, but there sure seem to be a lot of lumps out there wasting oxygen.
Finally, I’m not moving to Tucson or Miami or any other stereotypical retirement state. I like where I live. So there.
Do you ask your children the same goddamn questions over and over and over? Why do old people do this? Can my mother not remember what I told her five minutes ago?
Can you retrieve voice mails from your cell phone? You do have a cell phone, don’t you?
Do you still have a land line? Why?
Can you retrieve attachments from emails? Example: Your children email pictures of your grandchild’s birthday party. Can you look at them? Do you feel compelled to print them out first? (My mother missed out on her grandchildren’s childhoods because my sister emailed all the pix and my mom could never figure out how to look at the pictures.)
Do you have a Facebook page? What’s on it?
Do you understand why texting is considered to be more efficient communication than phone calls/voice mail? I cannot come up with a way to make this make sense to my dad, who doesn’t get why he should text.
I’m one of those old people who’s more likely to stay up late at night and then take a nap during the day. My wife doesn’t need to remind me to trim my eyebrows, nose and ear hair because I do it myself.
This, for example:
Or perhaps I should have the thead renamed “Ask the guy old enough to be your father”
But seriously, once you get past 50-55 in American society, you’re “old.” Companies don’t target your business, employers don’t seek you out to hire, health insurers don’t want to cover you. And the type on everything is too damn small.
No, I honestly do not understand that. I have to stop what I’m doing, pick up my phone, read the text, respond to the text, and wait for the response to my text. To me, this doesn’t fit the category of “multitasking,” nor is a text message more understandable or more clear in its emotional subtext than a voice message. Any message short enough to text other than “call me” probably isn’t worth sharing.
I still have a landline, partly because it’s bundled with my internet, partly because we want a “main number” that doesn’t involve giving our cell phone numbers out to everyone and partly because we have several elderly relatives who think cell phones are for emergencies only and who insist on calling our landline.
FairyChatMom just toss the laundry down the stairs and pick it up when you get down there. It really doesn’t take any longer and you have your hands free to grip the rail as you walk to the basement.
This current moment. And the next one will be better.
Do you give a simple, declarative yes or no answer? Do you speak clearly? Otherwise I can’t help.
If a simple, declarative yes or no is appropriate, then yes. And yes, I speak clearly, and rather loudly due to my own hearing loss. (I am louder than necessary so I can hear myself.)
Here’s an example:
Mamazilla: Do you have any time off coming up?
Dogzilla: YES MOM. (I"m loud, remember. ;)) I HAVE THE LAST TWO WEEKS IN DECEMBER OFF. I WILL VISIT YOU THEN LIKE WE TALKED ABOUT.
- ten minutes later *
Mamazilla: So, are you going to take some time off in December?
Dogzilla: YES MOM. MY ANSWER IS THE SAME AS IT WAS TEN MINUTES AGO.
Mamazilla: Oh. Did I ask you that already?
Dogzilla: YES MOM YOU DID.
- ten minutes later *
Mamazilla: So, we should talk about when you can come to visit. When will you have some time off?
Do you fear the gradual loss of independence? Do you think about death more often than you did when you were young?
Are you retired? Is it nice? I always imagine being old must be pleasant, especially all that free time and peace and quiet.
Clovis or Folsom?
That’s exactly what my older sister’s been doing recently, and she’s in her thirties. Granted, she’s also about eight months pregnant at the moment.
kunilou, if you could change one thing that you currently foresee in your future, what would it be?
Is that crap the kids listen to today even music?
Do you leave your blinker on for a long time very often?
I get that!
And lieu scores more points.
I thought you meant OLD… not my folks’ age (more or less).
My grandmother is old… born in Coolidge’s first term (she’s 87), and still mobile and gets around quite well in her small town.
The funniest thing is that she bitches about the “old ladies” in the garden club and at her church, and how limited and gimpy they are.
Do you actually think of yourself as “old”? I’m only in my mid thirties, but I’m married, and a homeowner and a father and I still “feel” like I did when I was 20. I don’t know, I kind of assumed that at some point I would suddenly feel like an adult and just concern myself with boring grown-up things, but that hasn’t happened yet, and I’m wondering if/when it will…