I remember an ad for British Telecom (would have been the 90s I think) with Bob Hoskins singing "If you really care then show her / say you love her on the blower".
I remember an ad for British Telecom (would have been the 90s I think) with Bob Hoskins singing "If you really care then show her / say you love her on the blower".
Bob Hoskins sounds right for this kind of thing. It's still around in the London end of Essex. I'm going to a wedding down there tomorrow. I'll try a bit of anthropology and slip this into conversation with people of various ages. It'll probably come over as an attempt at unctuous ingratiation by a former native who's trying too hard...
Yesterday I spent most of the day preparing the outside of the windows for cleaning. That meant just wiping off the dust that had accumulated over the winter. I did finish cleaning the downstairs windows. Today, it will be the upstairs. But I have to say my back is telling me I am old today. I already took two Naproxen, and the back is still at a number 8 pain wise. Will have to chase them down with Acetaminophen before I finish the rest of the windows.
I don't know, I think there might be exceptions--like a dog that is going to be put down if nobody takes it, or a senior dog who isn't going to have too long itself. Or possibly dog fostering. I was sorry to see my parents decide against something that brought them so much happiness, and I'm glad Mr. Lamb doesn't need to make that choice, as he's got a wife 20 years younger than him. But a willing child or relative might substitute for that in another case. though of course you know your own situation best.
@Lamb Chopped Thank you, I have always thought that when my cat Aroha dies I wouldn't get another one, but you have opened some other options to explore
I agree with LC. Having a pet helps maintain ones mental and physical health, especially if one lives alone. We have had both dogs and cats. Mrs. Gramps prefers cats. I prefer dogs.
Thank you!!! 😊 I just grieve to see people unhappy. And I would be if I thought I had to forgo that kind of love for what might turn out to be decades.
For me it is not just outliving my pet. It is the cost that is getting to also be an issue. I no longer drive so have to try and arrange vet appointments when my son can take her. She had two shots yesterday for over $200.00. Heaven help me if she needs some serious medical issues. I really am glad I have her but also am concerned about being able to walk another dog as I age. So although I really am happy with my dog, she will be my last.
As Mrs RR and I are decluttering and getting rid of a lot, and I mean a lot (loadsa books, lotsa DVDs, most 'hi-fi') I find I'm doing quite a bit of stuff for what could be 'the last time'.
We know a song about that, don't we? Rolling Stones 1963, 1964?
May be the last time, I don't know.
Oh no!
But I did get breakfast in bed yesterday ....
I think both options are valid. @Graven Image - this makes sense to me, that you accept you cannot look after another dog, and so do not want to have one who you cannot look after. That sounds caring and compassionate, as does the possibility of an older animal.
I realised when we got our cats (just a couple of months ago) that they will probably not outlive us, but we will be old when they go. I wouldn't take on another animal then. It will be hard enough one day saying goodbye to these. That is, for me, the hardest part.
Of course, if by that point there is an appropriate succession plan, things may change.
On the pet issue, my current attitude is that I have grieved the death of a number of my cats over the year, such that I don't think it unfair that one of them should get the chance to grieve me when I die.
Not that my current girl would. She clearly considers me an inconvenient obstruction in her house.
It was a big step for me last year to dispose of all of my theological books. I had downsized when we went to Canada and then downsized again when we came back to the UK but on final retirement I decided that we simply didn't have the space for all the remaining books. And - to be honest - I wasn't sure I would ever need them again. Some of the books had been with me since university and a couple were prized possessions that I had found in second hand book shops and snaffled up. All gone! Donated to a local theological college. Some were going to go into their library and the rest were going into their second book shop for theological students.
It was a big step for me last year to dispose of all of my theological books. I had downsized when we went to Canada and then downsized again when we came back to the UK but on final retirement I decided that we simply didn't have the space for all the remaining books. And - to be honest - I wasn't sure I would ever need them again. Some of the books had been with me since university and a couple were prized possessions that I had found in second hand book shops and snaffled up. All gone! Donated to a local theological college. Some were going to go into their library and the rest were going into their second book shop for theological students.
I would see if you can send your theological books to a struggling seminary in Africa or other impoverished country. I sent some of my books on my personal dime. Actually cost a pretty penny, but then I found a seminary in Minneapolis which did it at very low cost. Ask around.
I've been to the local supermarket - the first time in months, so poorly have I been - and very proud of myself I was too.
Until Mrs RR pointed out I'd bought tins of canneloni beans instead of chick peas and the wrong icecream. My excuse is things look alike these days and I had the wrong glasses on and got confused. It doesn't excuse though, the liquorice allsorts or chocolate eclairs which just found themselves in my trolley. Off of which I obviously am. Sigh .....
So no brownie points I'm afraid, a demerit on my Report Card and the comment, 'must try harder'.
Is it just me, or are liquorice allsorts nowhere as good as they used to be?
I get particularly annoyed when you open a packet and find that there are tons of the orange ones and none of the brown ones (my favourites). Not that I have allsorts very often.... No. Absolutely not...
Is it just me, or are liquorice allsorts nowhere as good as they used to be?
I get particularly annoyed when you open a packet and find that there are tons of the orange ones and none of the brown ones (my favourites). Not that I have allsorts very often.... No. Absolutely not...
I'll gladly swap my brown ones for your orange ones.
Is it just me, or are liquorice allsorts nowhere as good as they used to be?
I get particularly annoyed when you open a packet and find that there are tons of the orange ones and none of the brown ones (my favourites). Not that I have allsorts very often.... No. Absolutely not...
That did make me smile, @RockyRoger . Anyone can have my share of those revolting (in my opinion) liquorice allsorts that have the blue or pink dots on them. All the others - bring them on.
Leaving the tangent behind, I happened to watch a few minutes of a football match the other evening on TV with Mr Nen. A player came on and my comment was, "Does his mother know he's out this late??"
Is it just me, or are liquorice allsorts nowhere as good as they used to be?
I get particularly annoyed when you open a packet and find that there are tons of the orange ones and none of the brown ones (my favourites). Not that I have allsorts very often.... No. Absolutely not...
I'll gladly swap my brown ones for your orange ones.
So you're the ******** who's been taking my brown allsorts
Is it just me, or are liquorice allsorts nowhere as good as they used to be?
I get particularly annoyed when you open a packet and find that there are tons of the orange ones and none of the brown ones (my favourites). Not that I have allsorts very often.... No. Absolutely not...
I'll gladly swap my brown ones for your orange ones.
So you're the ******** who's been taking my brown allsorts
Not at all, they're Mrs RR's favourite. Oh, and I love the blue ones!
Different realisation. I discovered from a friend yesterday that Jethro Tull are still touring and the lead singer/flautist Ian Anderson is still going strong at 78. Still playing the flute standing on one leg! He seems to have put off getting old.
Jethro Tull? Famous for the song “Living in the Past”. A good song for this thread.
Different realisation. I discovered from a friend yesterday that Jethro Tull are still touring and the lead singer/flautist Ian Anderson is still going strong at 78. Still playing the flute standing on one leg! He seems to have put off getting old.
Jethro Tull? Famous for the song “Living in the Past”. A good song for this thread.
I wonder if we have the same friend?
It was my friend’s birthday today and as a great fan and acquaintance, he was shouted lunch by said Ian Anderson.
Cars stop to let you cross the road. Happened twice today. One car very posh machomobil raced around the corner, only to screech to a halt 50 yards down the road to let this old codger with a stick continue his challenging exodus kerb to kerb. The driver even smiled and waved... and I'm only 79!
Mrs RR opined, after she'd stopped laughing, 'Perhaps he didn't want to dent his car'.
Realising that I’m likely to go to the funeral of some of my friends 🙁
Yes. I just returned from a visit with my best friend--since 1959, when I was five and he was four--who will probably be entering hospice care soon. Realizing that this is likely a harbinger of the next several years, given my family history (my father died a year and a half ago at 97, my mother is ticking along nicely at 95, grandparents all exceeded expectations for their cohorts).
I'm giving a talk on arrows and medieval weapons soon, so I thought I'd better practice stringing my longbow. It's only a 30lb bow, and I used to be able to do it really easily, but I really struggled this time, and then found I could only draw the string back about half way!
I have been forgetting many things recently, both important and trivial. I am not sure if this is the natural aging process or perhaps I need to consult a professional.
I have been forgetting many things recently, both important and trivial. I am not sure if this is the natural aging process or perhaps I need to consult a professional.
If you're in the UK you can get your GP to refer you for a "neuropsychological assessment" for tests of memory and concentration. I had one a couple of years ago and I was quite reassured that my memory wasn't as bad as I thought it was.
I'm giving a talk on arrows and medieval weapons soon, so I thought I'd better practice stringing my longbow. It's only a 30lb bow, and I used to be able to do it really easily, but I really struggled this time, and then found I could only draw the string back about half way!
You mean the Viking hoards can get a little closer now?
Cheery daughter almost mid 30's likes loose leaf tea and has a couple of tiny teapots for individual use. She also managed to get some empty teabags from her favourite shop so she can fill those if desired.
I have had a few incidents recently, almost slipping in the garden due to loose gravel and recently took a tumble indoors because my slippers (like big baby booties with sticky dots on the bottom), were too slippy and I lost my balance and ended up on the floor. Fortunately, Cheery son was around and able to give me an ice pack and a handy stepstool that I'd be using earlier in the day was excellent to elevate my leg. Even though I landed on my knees, I don't even have a bruise, so am considering myself very lucky.
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About the same age as the speaking tubes from the bridge (of a ship) to the engine room down below.
Bob Hoskins sounds right for this kind of thing. It's still around in the London end of Essex. I'm going to a wedding down there tomorrow. I'll try a bit of anthropology and slip this into conversation with people of various ages. It'll probably come over as an attempt at unctuous ingratiation by a former native who's trying too hard...
Boom boom!
If you want to go wild then you may miss your “safe word”
Chirpy person on video: "You can still have sex during chemotherapy!"
Me: "But presumably not actually on the Ward?"
Completely corpsed the nurses giving the presentation.
Magnificent, Firenze!
Would that make it Chem(o)Sex?
Words fail me...
We know a song about that, don't we? Rolling Stones 1963, 1964?
May be the last time, I don't know.
Oh no!
But I did get breakfast in bed yesterday ....
I realised when we got our cats (just a couple of months ago) that they will probably not outlive us, but we will be old when they go. I wouldn't take on another animal then. It will be hard enough one day saying goodbye to these. That is, for me, the hardest part.
Of course, if by that point there is an appropriate succession plan, things may change.
Not that my current girl would. She clearly considers me an inconvenient obstruction in her house.
I would see if you can send your theological books to a struggling seminary in Africa or other impoverished country. I sent some of my books on my personal dime. Actually cost a pretty penny, but then I found a seminary in Minneapolis which did it at very low cost. Ask around.
Until Mrs RR pointed out I'd bought tins of canneloni beans instead of chick peas and the wrong icecream. My excuse is things look alike these days and I had the wrong glasses on and got confused. It doesn't excuse though, the liquorice allsorts or chocolate eclairs which just found themselves in my trolley. Off of which I obviously am. Sigh .....
So no brownie points I'm afraid, a demerit on my Report Card and the comment, 'must try harder'.
I get particularly annoyed when you open a packet and find that there are tons of the orange ones and none of the brown ones (my favourites). Not that I have allsorts very often.... No. Absolutely not...
I'll gladly swap my brown ones for your orange ones.
Even nostalgia ain't what it used to be.
Leaving the tangent behind, I happened to watch a few minutes of a football match the other evening on TV with Mr Nen. A player came on and my comment was, "Does his mother know he's out this late??"
So you're the ******** who's been taking my brown allsorts
Not at all, they're Mrs RR's favourite. Oh, and I love the blue ones!
Jethro Tull? Famous for the song “Living in the Past”. A good song for this thread.
It was my friend’s birthday today and as a great fan and acquaintance, he was shouted lunch by said Ian Anderson.
Mrs RR opined, after she'd stopped laughing, 'Perhaps he didn't want to dent his car'.
Yes. I just returned from a visit with my best friend--since 1959, when I was five and he was four--who will probably be entering hospice care soon. Realizing that this is likely a harbinger of the next several years, given my family history (my father died a year and a half ago at 97, my mother is ticking along nicely at 95, grandparents all exceeded expectations for their cohorts).
If you're in the UK you can get your GP to refer you for a "neuropsychological assessment" for tests of memory and concentration. I had one a couple of years ago and I was quite reassured that my memory wasn't as bad as I thought it was.
You mean the Viking hoards can get a little closer now?
Visitors are amused that we are still using loose tea. They use tea bags.
I have had a few incidents recently, almost slipping in the garden due to loose gravel and recently took a tumble indoors because my slippers (like big baby booties with sticky dots on the bottom), were too slippy and I lost my balance and ended up on the floor. Fortunately, Cheery son was around and able to give me an ice pack and a handy stepstool that I'd be using earlier in the day was excellent to elevate my leg. Even though I landed on my knees, I don't even have a bruise, so am considering myself very lucky.