It’s nice and cool outside, I sat outside for a bit with the dog this morning.
Then I came in, sat down, and fell back asleep.
The dog is limping, I suspect arthritis because when he gets up it’s pretty bad but after he’s moving around for a bit the limping stops.
I see a trip to the vet soon.
Old is, I don’t know. I think it’s more of a mind set than an actual age.
Although I remember when 30 was old, *don’t trust anybody over the age of 30 *.
I don’t feel old until I stand up and the knees and back remind me.
I was thinking the other day how pathetic I am, I should be in better shape and doing more. When my father met my great-granddaddy, great-granddaddy had to be close to 70 and he was coming home from the Saturday night gang fight.
Then you could send it to me! I lurves african violets, but I haven’t had any for a while.
I just finished a batch of my grandmother’s recipe for stuffed cabbage - making, not eating! :eek: They’re simmering away, and after they’re cooked and cooled down, they’ll go in the fridge for tomorrow’s supper. It’s one of those dishes that you just can’t eat of the same day it’s made. Like sketty sauce!
I need to run to McKay’s - Diet Coke is on sale - and I’ll get some buns and slaw and we’ll have pulled poke sammiches for tonight’s supper. Meanwhile, I guess I should load the sinkful of dirty dishes into the dishwasher.
I’m listening to the Light Classical music station on our cable, and Adagio for Strings just came on. I first heard that when I saw *Platoon *- it tears me up every time, but it’s so beautiful!!
When I was 4 or so, I thought that when you turned 10, you were done with school and you were an adult and had to get married and have kids. All this simply because 10 is a two digit number.
My folks were 40 when I was born, my bro 11 and my sis 15. Bro couldn’t be bothered with me but when I was 7, I had crushes on his 17 & 18 y.o. friends. Sis was like a second mom.
In my 20s, Linda Evans was starring in Dynasty and telling the world that 40 wasn’t fatal.
In my late 20s, I started attending a lot of Mensa conferences and made friends of all ages - as young as early teens and as old as 60 and 70. So by then old was a state of mind.
at 38, when the arthritis was first diagnosed I began to feel old.
By 50 I was telling everyone that my body was 75 but my heart and mind was 25, so it all evened out.
I am still young at heart (at almost 57) and sort of young of mind (although these kids today better get offa my lawn) but my body aches all over and in order to get out and have any kind of fun, I need Jazzy.
My Rosebuds (he’s 9 and she’s 7) think I’m old.
It’s all relative.
To add to what ruble said, “What’s the point of being grown up if you can’t act childish now and then?”
also, the reason I’m late for the blurfing was because I forgot that there was a new MMP this morning :smack:
I am at irk and there are a million things left to do including mopping the bldg. I really hope the visitors do not drop by. I am scheduled for scrutinizing tomorrow not today.
It is the first of month and everything that entails. Plus we are extremely busy and it’s my leads birthday so we have a little party planned for that. I had to leave my dog home today and the rest of the week. I already miss him.
Some days, I feel 109. Others, my inner nine year old comes out to play.
I tend to hang out with quite a few folks who are in their twenties and thirties and we have a lot in common. Others that I hang out with (historical society types) are a generation older than my 52 years and we, too have much in common.
Physically, there are things that I don’t (or can’t) do anymore, but I’ve also found other interests to replace them. Getting older beats the alternative.
One nice thing about getting older, at least in our case: we can now afford to hire people to do the crappy jobs we did ourselves when we were young and poor. Way back when, **FCD **used to work on our cars. Now we take them to Paul and he gets all dirty and greasy and gunky, and we write him a check for his trouble.
Sah-son said he saw somebody on the back porch. I thought maybe my package as being delivered. Then we saw heads walking by the windows.
Finally got a knock knock knock at the front door.
It was a painter apologizing for upsetting us, I guess he could hear us through the open window. He was here to check out my paint because somebody down the street wants their house painted the same color as mine.
Like I want somebody making their house look like mine? They need to go find their own damn paint color.
I swear on day I am going to live in a lavender house with fuchsia trim.
One day I am going to drive around Hagerstown to take and post pictures of the houses around here that have interesting paint colors. There is one that is purple and green, sounds hideous but is actually quite pretty. There is another big Victorian that is baby blue with pink trim. Then there is the bright yellow rancher with the purple door and shutters. My street is boring, everything is very conservative in color.
Maybe I should start a trend?
I know people say it is life, but once again I have had to deal with three issues because somebody somewhere isn’t doing there job.
I paid a hospital bill on the 9th and it still hadn’t been applied to my account. For real? Then I got the bill one day before it was due, not the first time that has happened. I am okay because I keep a log of what bills I owe when. Getting the bill is how I found out my payment hadn’t been applied.
The college gave us wrong information again. I think it is a matter of one department not knowing what the other is doing.
FedEx lost my package, or lost the label off my package. I finally got a hold of a person who had another person call me back. She wanted a description of the package - like what - it’s in a brown cardboard box? I Know it weighs 125 pounds and I don’t know how many boxes it is or what they look like.
Howdy from da cave! Moanday has been survived. YAY!
Some of you are the same age as me, some of you are older than me, and some of you are younger than me. However, I WILL chase any of ya off’n muh lawn!
My elementary school had grades one through six. I remember bein’ a first grader and thinkin’ how big and old the sixth graders looked. I also thought the high school was like an old folks home.
Dindin shall be pizza and bag sallit. I am addin’ grape 'maters, feta cheese, and red onion to the sallit so it’s sorta like I made a sallit. Don’t judge!
I’m not really that old, I just turned 30 but in many ways I enjoy life a lot more than I did at age 20. I still feel pretty young at heart and physically still feel fine but at this age I have my own money, a house, cars, regular sex, and my own life and responsibilities, I also have way more confidence than my early 20’s.
It is strange when I think back when I was say 5 or 6 and thinking how my parents were only in their 20’s then, they seemed so old to a little child like myself, but Gasp! they were younger than I am now. It’s kind of sad watching your parents age and slow down, they haven’t really yet they are only in their 50’s but the early signs are there.
I admit I have some mixed feelings about being thirty, I still look pretty young cause I have a baby face and people often think I’m much younger. The older you get the faster the years fly by and it freaks me out a little bit. It’s not so much the chronological number aspect as it is I have a dread of looking and feeling old. The dread doesn’t keep me up at night or anything but it is there.
People these days in their 50’s and even 60’s can still be very active physically and socially it’s not like you are in the nursing home at that point, But I have a feeling some point in your 60’s is when you start to be old and probably somewhere in that ten year span is probably where some people start to seem some real decline in looks, energy level, etc.
If you’re only as old as you feel, I turned 1,000 today.
I remember thinking 30 was pretty serious. Now I’m 43. I definitely feel old most of the time, probably because my kids tell me I am. Child Caitlyn: “Oh my gosh, I had to deal with this woman at Subway today. She was just SO OLD, I mean she had to be 40!!!” Me: “I’m 40. Are you saying I’m old?” Caitlyn: “OH YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!!!”
My dad was only 72 when he died, but in some ways, he seemed lots older, mainly because he didn’t take care of himself. My mom, at 81, is still pretty active, which makes me glad. Had she spent the years after Dad died in mourning, she would probably be dead herself now. But she takes care of her house and yard, except for having a crew come in and mow the several acres. She’s very active in AARP and her church, and she travels quite a bit.
Up until 8 or 9 years ago, my inlaws were really active - camping, traveling, doing a bunch of things with friends and with hobbies. Then my FIL had to have his knees replaced and my MIL has serious macular degeration and a pacemaker. In the last couple of years, they’ve both become really old - they’ve really slowed down and they almost seem to be obsessed with what will happen when they die. I think they’re feeling the years.
It’s tough watching your parents age - it throws mortality in your face.
pool (river? stream? cee-mint pond?) I was much happier in my 30s than in my twenties pretty much for the reasons you mentioned. Now, git off’n mah lawn ya whippersnapper!
Pizza and sallit have been ingested. Watermelon for later. Life is good.
My mom tells that, when she was about college-aged and first getting to know her mother as an actual person, and not just as “mom”, she was in her 40s, so she always thought of Grandma as being “about 40”. So when Mom hit 40 herself, it hit her that “My God, I’m as old as my mother!”.
Well, this past year, my sister turned 40. So now, Mom has a daughter as old as her mother.
Supper was pulled poke sammiches on little kaiser rolls - yum! With deli slaw that was really bland and boring. Ice cream later. Knittage now. I think I’ll just sign off for the day.
major headache and Tyenol isn’t helping. Might be time for the Vicoden.