Hey, I do study ancient history. I even know about why putting your coffee mug on a printer can be a bad idea, why dropping punch cards can be a worse one, and about the advantages of programming at night.
I fully expect Voyager to win this one, of course; it’s hard to beat someone who remembers The Land Before CMOS.
That hasn’t happened yet, the Colts came to Baltimore in ~ 1950, left in the (blocking/denial) 1984 era on snowy night. We are still close to 10 years from crossing that dreadful line…
Hey did I mention my parents went to HS with Barry Levinson? Y’all remember Diner right? You thought the part about the Colts was a joke, right? It wasn’t.
I’m thinking about proper grab-bars for my bathroom and looking enviously at those sit-in baths with the low rims so you don’t have to try and get your leg that high climbing out of a tub.
We have the huge, economy-sized jar of Metamucil sitting on the kitchen counter - no point putting it away.
I think you cross some kind of line when you start realizing that you’d rather go home and get a good night’s sleep than stay out and party.
The cashier at the local grocery store gave me a senior citizens discount the other day. I’m only 45!
I was listening to some Black Sabbath the other day. My 15 year old nephew thought they was a new band until I showed him some pictures of Ozzy.
His younger brother thought “Hotel California” was a cool song til he found out it was older than he was!
Recently, we were talking about video games and one of them asked me what video games did I play when I was a kid. I told him it was “Pong”. They never heard of it.
I did a “disability awareness” presentation about 10 years ago at my fromer elementary school. The students were born the year I graduated from the school.
There was also the time my kids had some of the neighborhood kids wandering around in the house. I decided to make some popcorn to feed the rugrats, and I made it the old fashioned way, with the stove and pot and oil and everything. One of the kids who was about 11 or so looked quizzical when I told him I was making popcorn. I asked around, all the kids agreed popcorn’s always been made in the microwave. Always.
I’ve lost just over 50 pounds in the last 7 months, and am very nearly down to the “right” weight for my height. I’ve exercised regularly during that time, such that, as my doctor put up, I’ve “built up momentum.” My body has adjusted such that exercise is no longer a chore, so I do it pretty regularly (at least 4 times a week). I eat much healthier than I ever have, and I credit my diet (which isn’t really a “diet,” it’s just the way I eat now) the most for my weight loss. I count calories religiously, but don’t deprive myself of foods that I like. My portions are smaller, and I’ve gotten used to that, too. Anything bigger than my usual meals makes me feel bloated. I’m fairly certain that I’m in the best shape of my life.
And yet, every day, some part of my body is sore. I still get too tired to stay up past midnight. I just don’t seem to have much energy; I don’t feel that zing of get-up-and-go anymore.
I’m only 50. And I’m sure many of you feel the same way when I say that, in my head, I still feel like I’m in my late-teens to mid-20s.
I guess that youth has some sort of vitality that age just can’t recapture no matter how well someone is taking care of themselves. le sigh
I was once examined by a doctor who was CLEARLY still a CHILD! I felt like saying, “get away from me and send a real doctor in here!”
Let’s see…after a long day, you sit down at 7 or 8 or 9 to watch TV or fiddle on the computer, and you realize when you were in your prime, at that time of evening you’d be getting ready to go out with your friends! And wild horses wouldn’t drag you out of the house now, unless it was on fire.
The most terrifying thing is, those long, lost gaps of time that have gone by, unbeknownst to you - where did the time GO? I saw a listing for a late night movie, realized Mr. Sali and I practically broke our necks getting to the sold-out movie theater to see it the night it opened…and there it is, on the late show…where did the time GO? It can’t possibly be 30 years, what the hell was I doing all that time?
My little cousin used to excitedly show me the newest thing he’d learned to operate (trike, bike, hotwheels jeep, etc.). Recently he was chattering to me about the newest toy he’s learned to drive. A Boeing 767.:eek: He still looks like a high school senior to me.