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I'm stoked that most people (he said, patting himself on the back) underestimate my chronological age by 10-15 years. I don't hate that. My dad was the same way, but Alzheimers hit him like a ton of bricks at about 70. Hoping that set of the gene pool won't show up.Quote:
Originally Posted by Ted Striker
Damn, I need to be sobor and I will be back to tell you all about it.
I was aiming for "freedom 55" but i fucked up and did it at 49, but part of it was was being in the financial shape TO pull the plugQuote:
Originally Posted by oftpiste
after they pulled the plug on me
suppositories… i’m done shoving shit up my ass. That sucker is going down with a highball. It’ll get to my asshole eventually.
fact.
- bad pizza
- leveling kits or cranked t-bars to fit slightly bigger tires
but I'm not that old so I'll keep working on the list
That's a good one.Quote:
Originally Posted by caulfield
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Oh, I do. A day doesn't go by that I don't appreciate it. But that's not to say I won't go back to full time work at some point.Quote:
Originally Posted by oftpiste
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Most of you have already said it.
No-fall zones. Avi hazards. I still ski way faster than I should in the trees, though. I pretend like that’s not dangerous.
Firewood. Fuck I’m tired of swinging an axe when it doesn’t also involve a bong and a glass of whiskey.
Also- Japan’s social norms in regards to dress codes at work. Can’t believe I put up with it for so long, but now I roll into hospital business meetings and conferences in Hawaiian shirts and curly blond hair hanging down to my chin. I don’t know why I was so willing to “belong” for so damn long.
Also— shitty, wannabe-good, faux restaurants. Places like Chilis or El Torito. I’m either cooking rad food myself or going full-on. But I don’t mind the greasy spoons, or dirty diners with my kids while on the road or something. Still dig the hole-in-the-walls and the food trucks.
Oh. And crappy kitchen tools. Definitely too old for Teflon or aluminum.
And shitty “comfortable, rad” shoes. Like VANS. There, I said it.
I'm curious about the activity that involves a bong, a glass of whiskey, and an axe.
Looking for parking. When in the city, I just pay at the closest lot.
If I see something and want it, I tend to buy it (rather than hold off and look for a deal). Things cost what they cost….and if I REALLY want it: shrug.
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Oral hygiene
Forget about it Jake, it's Chinatown.Quote:
Originally Posted by rideit
Never! Okay, if my body insisted, I guess I could see doing like old Ed from Reno and giving up the tele turn but staying on free heels.Quote:
Originally Posted by Meadow Skipper
Snowboarding. I retired from my couple-times-a-year boarding a few years ago. Loved doing big arcs on the slopes. Didn't like:
- Getting on and off the lift,
- Kinds of falls that I pretty much never do skiing,
- Getting up from falls,
- Flats,
- Not feeling safe going deep into the tree zone on powder days,
- Poor uphill, traverse mobility,
- Eh, clearly I'm just not as good at it as skiing.
And I'm done using a hard-shell in anything but flat water.
BOGS.
A friend came up with the term “Bag Of Grief” to designate those individuals that can only be happy when you are as miserable as they are.
Great perspective. I'm doing everything in my power to stay positive, but it certainly isn't easy. Living a (relatively) healthy lifestyle by staying fit physically as well as mentally. Working on increasing baseline dopamine levels, which also means less booze and less weed to alleviate spikes that can send you crashing.Quote:
Originally Posted by Kenny Satch
One goal I'm striving for is so cliché, but taking the time to live and be in the moment. Yoga has helped me slow down and I'm working on carrying that into all facets of life. It's not easy and I'm a long way from where I'd like to be.
Nice Jack. That's pretty much me. Why is took me so long is probably just mine own stubbornness. Real the only thing you can control is your own attitude.
I really had no idea what living in the moment or being present was until I started to be able to figure out my anxiety.
One part I find amazing is how off putting some people find it when you refuse to share in their misery.
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Today I climbed a 14 foot ladder in mid 90s heat to use a tree limb saw (manual) and loppers to trim back 5-6 branches (only 1-2" thick) that were starting to hit the roof. Took maybe 30-45 minutes and I'm toast. Buddy's coming over to play music and I know my drumming will only be about 70% after that impromptu decision to knock down those limbs today.
Definitely getting too old for this shit..
Meanwhile 19 year old daughter went for a 3 mile hike. I doubt she even took any water..
Between my fucked up spine and my fucked up shoulders, if I fall anyplace even semi flat I just automatically get out of my skis to get up.Quote:
Originally Posted by bobz
Maybe everyone else knows this but I learned it only recently--people who think about the past are depressed. People who think about the futre are anxious.Quote:
Originally Posted by Foggy_Goggles
Best to not think about either.
I was looking at needing a 14 foot step ladder to put up some boards that fell out of our ceiling and putting it off for 2 months but then my wife, bless her heart, figured out how to do it with a long pole. I thought she was ready for me to die but I guess not.Quote:
Originally Posted by SumJongGuy
I have a really heavy duty extension ladder, perfect for an old man because it's too heavy to use.
Talk about the universe sending me a message. I have been trying to get my wife's doctors to try dopamine because there is some studies suggesting a correlation with alzheimers. This to me is an affirmation that regardless of outcome I have to try and keep trying.Quote:
Originally Posted by jackstraw
Thanks. This made my day.
Also I thinks it great you're doing Yoga and acknowledging you're "a long way from where I'd like to be" All those cliches become real in times of struggle. IME it's the first step in changing. I'm also a long way to where I want to be but knowing I'm allowed to have bad days keeps me focused. Here's to getting there sooner than you think. I hope you do. Thanks again.
Seems like this excellent thread has two sub-threads:
1. What can't you deal with any more, literally (physically).
2. What can't you be bothered with any more, but could if you want to.
Most of mine seem to fall into the can't physically do any more e.g. drive 2+ hours to surf, surf hard for 2 hours, drive 2+ hours home.
One the doesn't: being tolerant of young know-it-all idiots that try to tell me how it is.
Heartache. It hasn't gotten easier with age. Worse. Lonelier.
Pet peeve of mine = somebody without gray hair talking about fitness or health.Quote:
Originally Posted by PB
Problem-
Parking.
Since everyone and their brother decided to move here post Covid, I can't ever find a parking spot.
The beach is especially stressful.
Solution-
I bought a Backfire G3 electric skateboard. Now when we go to the beach, I drop the family off and then park wherever I find the closest spot. Skating back to them is now enjoyable. When it is time to go I skate back. The meters can be updated on the app, so it works pretty well.
That works.
Word art. Has anyone said word art? I hate that shit.
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Caring about what people think of me. I used to want to please everyone and be everyone’s friend. I no longer have that problem.
Wait until your dog sitter redecorates part of your house, and with that stupid ass word art. FuckQuote:
Originally Posted by The Reverend Floater
If I ever move again (in this real estate market??) I’m going to hire movers. Back in 2019 I helped move four or five entire households within the span of about 3 weeks and I’m still burnt out from that. Fuck moving.
Heh I'm still not over moving in here 22 years ago. It made me never want to move again. And I don't really like this house.Quote:
Originally Posted by unitofstuff
I’ll add that large music events like popular festivals, stadium shows, etc are off my list these days. Why go see some has-been band when there are so many great up and comers at a venue of a few hundred or just a couple thousand?
I’m also over ticket fees and service charges. I suffer through them if absolutely required but I’ve stopped going to local venues that no longer have box office hours where I can get tix directly without a 20-30% mark up for sending me an email.
Have you old fucks been doing your Yoga everyday? Balance and flexibility are crucial as we approach our 60’s.
Surrender to the Flow
Namaste motherfuckers
You’re not wrong but you proselytize like someone that just quit smoking.Quote:
Originally Posted by buttahflake
Take a Vinyasa
^^Lol
This goes right to my being out of (what little) patience (I had) for peoples bullshit. I really don't care what they think of me being an apathetic, sarcastic, asshole anymore.Quote:
Originally Posted by Buzzworthy
Our last amateur home move was when I was in my 40s.Quote:
Originally Posted by unitofstuff
A wise man once said “There’s a first time for everything.” Well there’s last time too.
Same goes for DIY exterior house painting.
I don't know how to name the problem but I've heard it called "car brain" This year I've decided I'm over the rat race of driving in cities and having Car Brain. I'm rarely in a rush to go anywhere and as gepoto's sig here says, loosely, "I'm not in your rush" either so why do I get sucked into rushing around with all the idiots? I'd rather drive like an old lady who forgot to wear her prescription glasses and instead think about my day than think about getting to where I'm going as fast as I can. I'm making a huge effort to look for pedestrians crossing, I'm giving sloppy bikers a break (narcissist roadies can still get fucked), and just not caring so much about all the assholes on the road.
I see a lot of posts about transitioning over to paying people to do stuff.
I feel I’m going the opposite direction. Service/trad industry is trending down the toilet. My patience for obtaining and hoping they show or follow up has declined. I’m more comfortable accepting my mistakes over some slacker half ass “professional”. Not that hard to research how to DIY, buy the right tools. Challenging and learning old brains is good. Siping coffee in a dumb robe and crossword, it makes your ass flat.
What is this, a rehash of the "Things that Annoy You" thread for old people? Whats the minimum posting age in this one 65+?
Jeezus, you geezers are depressing.
The Jones brothers may want to consider opening up Teton Assisted Living Centers instead of hotels.
Maybe they can sell TGR incontinence pads in the popup stores?
Next film? Maybe a ski themed version of "The Notebook?"
Is there word art? Because I don't like word art.Quote:
Originally Posted by Timberridge
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Probably would be "Life is all about skiing pow with your bros" "Huck it!" "First Tracks", what else?Quote:
Originally Posted by The Reverend Floater