When the younger generation came and asked me to start a blog and share my thoughts, I said, “Sure, what’s a Blog”? I know how to free a clog in a drain, and I know how to clog on a dance floor (clogging) but blogging?????I checked with my dear friend Webster’s Dictionary, and sure enough there it was. So…the basic idea here is to throw out some thoughts to you all and have you toss back your responses. Not too hard please, I am on Plavix & Aspirin and tend to bleed very easily 🙂
There are six of us here daily representing five generations, a close knit group. Most days we’re like The Cosby Family, but some days it’s more like The Brady Bunch on Steroids.
Since I am older then television I certainly was there when computers raised their ugly heads and said, “Here we come, ready or not”. Many of us were not ready, having just mastered how to microfiche (look it up, honest) and chose to retire. I, having a tendency to be strong willed took myself to computer classes at night.
When you read the phrase on your kids email “The Rents are coming” DON’T think they are paying it.
Our CEO only thought she was done with full time parenting when her child became independent, and her teaching days were completed. It isn’t our first day in the play ground; but it seems playing nicely in the sandbox and on the play ground continues to be an ongoing process right along with “Inside Voices, PLEASE”.
They say I give the very best tour of everyone connected with The Pantry. Want to know why? Because, I lived through it all. How many of you remember when Social Security was only taken out of your salaries for a few months out of the year? Our salaries were not exactly the same as today’s rates. As a college graduate I earned $244.00 a month Gross, then they took out taxes and then Social Security.
I remember when Woolworth’s was a real five and dime store. I would put in the “cents” symbol, but it seems to be missing from my keyboard only the $ sign remains.
How do you get today’s generation to understand that if you took over the family farm when Dad retired,(expecting to die at age 67) that now that’s he’s 87 & you are 67 you haven’t got anything to help him with.
No matter how we planned and budgeted, we never in our wildest imaginations planned to be living in today’s world. Lately it’s come to my attention that today’s generation isn’t really equipped to live in today’s world either.
The other day one of the “teenyboppers” in our close family told me in a voice of real concern that he has been out of college for 4 yrs now, and even though he is eating the same things now as he did then, his grocery bill has doubled, and seriously just how was he supposed to budget for that?
One year ago I was routinely paying $4.99 – $6.00 for Folgers/Maxwell house coffee. Today it is pricing out at $13.00 for the same container unless you catch it on a SPECIAL, FOR $9.99, SUCH A DEAL.
Think it is very interesting that Social Security recipients did not receive a cost of living raise in January as the price of food had not gone up. Then came February……what do you think they are going to come up with this year for an excuse?
So is a 71 year old too old to buy a used Mini RV? Let’s face it, if the bank is willing to give me 100% financing for 15 years, whose worry is it really? It’s certainly the easiest way to carry all my meds around, and I always have a bathroom at my disposal. :-D.
It’s sad when you actually start reading & enjoying the AARP magazine they have been sending you for the last 12 years.
Why is it every driver in Florida says that Florida has the worst drivers, and yet everyone in Florida seems to be from somewhere else.
Seniors who spent their lives preaching that there is “No such thing as a free lunch” & “If it seems too good to be true it probably is” are now getting scammed on a daily basis?
Why does someone always wait until you are leaving the room to ask you a question?
It’s a sad thing when you are shaking the salt shaker and your peripheral vision sees your “turkey flab” under your arm bouncing with each shake.
My worst privacy fears used to be that someone was listening to my conversation on the extension phone.
Remember when: everyone wrote their phone numbers on their checks, adults actually carried cash to pay for their sodas and hamburgers, the military used the soldiers social security number for their Dog Tags, and no one else actually knew “the last four digits of their SS #. No one needed to get a social security number until they actually started to work.