Yesterday I cashed out a U.S. Savings Bond because it has reached full maturity (i.e., no longer accruing interest). The bank teller helping me cash it out was born in the same month that I had bought the bond. She had reached maturity too.
I detest the cold. I think I must have been born on the wrong continent.
I'm the opposite. I find it increasingly hard to keep cool and when summer arrives I potter about the bungalow in my just my special Australian ventilated shorts. I keep well out of shot when Mrs RR has zoom meetings with the grandchildern
Good grief, how revealing are the shorts?
No, don't answer that...
I had to find out. When I went to Amazon, I found two alternative ways of answering that. One is in the fabric they use. The other is a netted slit on each side, which causes me to wonder, about--no I won't go there.
Wearing cargo shorts today. Had been thinking of purchasing sandals today. Funny, just thinking about it causes sandal ads to suddenly appear on my social media pages.
@Climacus I feel the cold more than I used to as well. I have taken to wearing two beanies to bed. One is commercially knitted merino, the other I bought from a church fair for $5 and is knitted from chunky wool. I think the latter is one of the best buys I have ever made.
Brrrr - double hat weather. Coming too soon to my life, but so easily forgotten at the height of summer heat. By early Jan I will be incredulous that I ever sit indoors without 4 layers and (on a bad day) two hats. And I will still be spending a whole lot on gas - that's an old house for you.
@Schroedingers Cat - I remember J is 71, X is 82, F is 89, R is 98 from the vehicles I have owned, and I work the rest out from there (though around 2000 it gets messed up and the somewhere in the mid 60s is a bit weird too). But you have to be able to recite the alphabet minus letters which might be mistaken for numbers, Q (used for special altered vehicles) and Z (which used to be RoI registrations). People into vehicles of my age can do it without thinking too hard, and it is something of a surprise to be asked 'how old is it' by younger blokes.
(ETA - re-reading your post, I think you knew all that. Oh Well!)
In fairness, I had to look it up - I used to know, but I haven't used the information for so long, I forgot. I know I used to have a c-reg car, but trying to work out what year that was is challenging.
In fairness, I had to look it up - I used to know, but I haven't used the information for so long, I forgot. I know I used to have a c-reg car, but trying to work out what year that was is challenging.
I know my parents got a new G reg Lada in late 1989 when I was 5 (and two years prior, and every two years after until they stopped being imported) which helps me calibrate.
In fairness, I had to look it up - I used to know, but I haven't used the information for so long, I forgot. I know I used to have a c-reg car, but trying to work out what year that was is challenging.
I realised I was old - and considered old by others - when I I didn't feel things as strongly or stridently as -say- thirty years ago. I hope I'm a gentler, easier to live with grandad er person.
As I haven't (yet) been banned for my 'poetry', here is another one:
Now I am one and Seventy
With homage to A E Housman
Horse Chestnuts are a lovely tree;
An invasive species, just like me.
It’s also in its autumn now,
But hung with conkers on the bough.
Young lads collect them; do they still play,
As they once did, back in the day,
When I had fruit, and knew The Way?
Oh well, it's still a grand display.
I've used up threescore years and ten,
I won't be seeing them again,
And through my self-inflicted ills
I've lost those Blue Remembered Hills.
I now forget my yellow pills.
I'm over my allotted share
And live through yet another year.
The un-eked out treasures of the poor
I've grasped, unearned; now I'm unsure
I'll hear His knocking at my door.
I've given up philosophies,
And reading dull theologies;
I listen to long symphonies,
And never to the Daily News.
But should I spend my little time,
Ignoring all the dirt and grime,
To ruminate on the sublime?
I think, I hope, Our Lord agrees,
I'll trade the time spent on my knees,
For simple walks among the trees.
In fairness, I had to look it up - I used to know, but I haven't used the information for so long, I forgot. I know I used to have a c-reg car, but trying to work out what year that was is challenging.
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I had to find out. When I went to Amazon, I found two alternative ways of answering that. One is in the fabric they use. The other is a netted slit on each side, which causes me to wonder, about--no I won't go there.
Wearing cargo shorts today. Had been thinking of purchasing sandals today. Funny, just thinking about it causes sandal ads to suddenly appear on my social media pages.
Brrrr - double hat weather. Coming too soon to my life, but so easily forgotten at the height of summer heat. By early Jan I will be incredulous that I ever sit indoors without 4 layers and (on a bad day) two hats. And I will still be spending a whole lot on gas - that's an old house for you.
@Schroedingers Cat - I remember J is 71, X is 82, F is 89, R is 98 from the vehicles I have owned, and I work the rest out from there (though around 2000 it gets messed up and the somewhere in the mid 60s is a bit weird too). But you have to be able to recite the alphabet minus letters which might be mistaken for numbers, Q (used for special altered vehicles) and Z (which used to be RoI registrations). People into vehicles of my age can do it without thinking too hard, and it is something of a surprise to be asked 'how old is it' by younger blokes.
(ETA - re-reading your post, I think you knew all that. Oh Well!)
I know my parents got a new G reg Lada in late 1989 when I was 5 (and two years prior, and every two years after until they stopped being imported) which helps me calibrate.
First or second time around C reg?
As I haven't (yet) been banned for my 'poetry', here is another one:
Now I am one and Seventy
With homage to A E Housman
Horse Chestnuts are a lovely tree;
An invasive species, just like me.
It’s also in its autumn now,
But hung with conkers on the bough.
Young lads collect them; do they still play,
As they once did, back in the day,
When I had fruit, and knew The Way?
Oh well, it's still a grand display.
I've used up threescore years and ten,
I won't be seeing them again,
And through my self-inflicted ills
I've lost those Blue Remembered Hills.
I now forget my yellow pills.
I'm over my allotted share
And live through yet another year.
The un-eked out treasures of the poor
I've grasped, unearned; now I'm unsure
I'll hear His knocking at my door.
I've given up philosophies,
And reading dull theologies;
I listen to long symphonies,
And never to the Daily News.
But should I spend my little time,
Ignoring all the dirt and grime,
To ruminate on the sublime?
I think, I hope, Our Lord agrees,
I'll trade the time spent on my knees,
For simple walks among the trees.
Second time. I am old, but not that old.