The partner of a friend of mine recently had surgery and my friend sent me a picture of her partner with the medical team, whose average age was clearly about 12.
Every year, the incoming freshmen at the University are clearly getting younger.
I watched the new Superman film with the rest of my family last night. I realised I only had a familiarity with one of the actors. Once upon a time I would have had a good handle on most of them, but no longer and not overly bothered by that!!
I’ve been working in health care for 39 years (I started age 17 on a youth training scheme in a residential care home). When I started nurse training a year later, the official retirement age for nurses was 55 years old. I am now 56 and psychologically I feel like I should have retired already.
My Goddaughter told me today that she felt she was "getting old." She's 23. She explained that one night last night she was in her PJs at 11pm when a friend phoned to ask if she'd like to go out. She couldn't face getting dressed again, so she said no.
If mot wanting to go out on the spur of the moment at 11pm is a sign of getting "past it" I think I was born "past it"!
Same for me @North East Quine . My sister was a bit of a rager in years gone by. She and her friends would be ready to go out at 9pm, sometimes drive an hour to where there were more exciting clubs, dance until the wee small hours until the places closed. Then back to their cars, sleep there until they were woken by the sounds of other traffic coming into the city and then they'd drive home again. It seemed mad to me at the time and even moreso now!
My son and his wife (41) were staying with us last weekend. They went out for a meal downtown while we babysat. After the meal, which they very much enjoyed, they planned to go on to a bar for a drink or two ... and then decided what they really wanted to do was come home, have a cup of tea, and go to bed!
I’ve been working in health care for 39 years (I started age 17 on a youth training scheme in a residential care home). When I started nurse training a year later, the official retirement age for nurses was 55 years old. I am now 56 and psychologically I feel like I should have retired already.
My MiL has just attended her 55 year reunion at St Barts where she trained as a nurse.
My Goddaughter told me today that she felt she was "getting old." She's 23. She explained that one night last night she was in her PJs at 11pm when a friend phoned to ask if she'd like to go out. She couldn't face getting dressed again, so she said no.
If mot wanting to go out on the spur of the moment at 11pm is a sign of getting "past it" I think I was born "past it"!
You'd better have a damn good reason for ringing me at 11pm! A call at that time is only acceptable if it's an emergency... And in fact anything after 8.30pm is a bit off (disclaimer: I start work at 06:30, so my aim is to be in bed at 9pm)
Yet another indication that I am old, to add to those previously listed.
Today I received a photograph of the last grandbaby in his uniform as he set off for his first day at "proper school"
I can tell by the ads that show up on my Facebook page. Mine seem to be big on things like denture cream, walkers, diabetes products, and retirement info.
There is a Heavenly thread about the phrases us oldsters use that younglings don't understand or at best think are quaint. It works both ways, of course. I don't 'get' half what most people say these days. And as for keeping in touch with our grandchildren..... well, I wrote a sorta poem about the frustrations I have:
No App-titude in Old Age
With apologies to Elizabeth Barret Browning
How do I call you? Let me count the ways:
The icons are there, in serried arrays,
but sometimes they vanish,
Often for days.
What’s App, Facebook, Instagram or text?
And whatever they think is gonna come next,
and twitter away on something called ‘X
"It's easy", they say, but I'm just perplexed.
I'm frozen immobile, my mind's gone to ice.
To talk to a loved one would be very nice,
But how do I do it with this tiny device?
The new one is better - and smaller - I'm told,
but my battery's flat, my apps are too old,
and arthritic fingers don't work when they're cold!
I've lost my emojis, this aged has-been,
so I poke about dimly, reloading the screen.
What on earth am I doing with this wretched machine?
I wish it had valves, with their nice warming glow.
And nostalgic buttons, in dials or a row --
And 'Press button A' as it was long ago . . .
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Every year, the incoming freshmen at the University are clearly getting younger.
We are in process of replacing appliances too,
I've met a few PhD students with that problem.
I can't beat that, but I'm just coming up to 39 years in Baptist ministry (plus 5 years as a missionary in Africa).
If mot wanting to go out on the spur of the moment at 11pm is a sign of getting "past it" I think I was born "past it"!
My MiL has just attended her 55 year reunion at St Barts where she trained as a nurse.
You'd better have a damn good reason for ringing me at 11pm! A call at that time is only acceptable if it's an emergency... And in fact anything after 8.30pm is a bit off (disclaimer: I start work at 06:30, so my aim is to be in bed at 9pm)
Today I received a photograph of the last grandbaby in his uniform as he set off for his first day at "proper school"
With apologies to Elizabeth Barret Browning
The icons are there, in serried arrays,
but sometimes they vanish,
Often for days.
What’s App, Facebook, Instagram or text?
And whatever they think is gonna come next,
and twitter away on something called ‘X
"It's easy", they say, but I'm just perplexed.
I'm frozen immobile, my mind's gone to ice.
To talk to a loved one would be very nice,
But how do I do it with this tiny device?
The new one is better - and smaller - I'm told,
but my battery's flat, my apps are too old,
and arthritic fingers don't work when they're cold!
I've lost my emojis, this aged has-been,
so I poke about dimly, reloading the screen.
What on earth am I doing with this wretched machine?
I wish it had valves, with their nice warming glow.
And nostalgic buttons, in dials or a row --
And 'Press button A' as it was long ago . . .
So how do I call you? Does only God know?
And grandchildren, of course.