Ms. C and I have the same book challenge as RockyRoger. It does benefit our favourite secondhand bookstore when he turn in pristine copies for store credit.
I have lost friends and only heard about it long after the funeral. Do your friends' families know you are a friend?
Several times I've heard of deaths through chance links to Twitface, which I almost never use. It's not so easy to think of their families as friends when that happens.
That's the way our family does it too @Doublethink. It's been a motivator for me to begin tidying up my address book. It still had phone numbers of other parents whose kids used to play with mine 20 years ago.
I've developed a habit of checking the local papers online and the f-book pages of local funeral directors and in the last year I've seen notices for parents of either old classmates or work colleagues. Some requiring a card sent care of the funeral director and others not.
Aged Aunt has left me a list of her closest friends to notify on her death as she has no children. I'll check it with her when she visits in a few weeks just to be sure everyone on the list is still here!
My own personal feeling old episode is one from yesterday. Very pleased to have picked the cryptic clue from yesterday morning's radio program. It was a song, recognised by Cheery son as being in a film which is 30 years old next year, making me check the date of the song, 56 years old (urk)!!!!
On the whole, I find that returning to the old room does remind me what I left it for.
Oh you lucky lucky person. My brain is like the Middle of Lidl in these situations - when it's gone, it's gone.
I do find however that something non-work related I was meant to do during the working day will be completely forgotten from the moment I start to the moment I finish. At which point the lament "Oh bollocks" will issue forth.
That's a good idea. I'm always saying on a walk, I must google that, e.g. the Latin name for a bird, what a joke. 2 minutes later its fled from my mind, or what's laughingly called a mind.
I have lost friends and only heard about it long after the funeral. Do your friends' families know you are a friend?
There was an episode in Season I of Ripple after an absence of time, Walter returns to a group of men he would play basketball with. The friends start giving him jive about his wife. He tells them she died. They are left aghast. They did not know.
It is not only the friends of the spouse that did not know but the friends of the other spouse not knowing either.
@Doublethink, you mentioned putting death notices in the paper or calling through an old address book, but people often do not read papers anymore or the phone numbers in the address book are no longer connected.
I have been seeing death notices on Facebook pages now. I have had so many of them now, I can't keep track of who is still alive or passed on. It has gotten to the point if I see an old friend==like a school classmate--has died, I will end up unfriending the old classmate's FB page, not because I do not care anymore, but because I do not want to make the mistake of sending a Happy Birthday note to them when they are already gone.
I recently found out about the death of a former teaching colleague via the Old Girls’ Facebook page. I had guessed she was too ill to send Christmas cards or had even died, which actually happened before Christmas. She had few close relatives, but we did correspond a few times a year. There is nobody to whom I can send my condolences, but it is good to see the online tributes from former pupils. They haven’t forgotten a good teacher!
My weakness is books. I have been known, more than once, to see a book, think, 'wow, that looks good I'd really like to understand quantum physics/theology (or whatever) ', buy it and, putting it in the appropriate place in my bookcase ... next to a copy of the same book I bought last year.
I have been known to buy back books which we have donated to the bookstall at our church's Christmas Fair!
Well, to borrow from another thread, that is a win/win, if you ask me. The church wins because of your donation, and you win because you have retrieved something you liked.
I have a very sore back. I have no idea what I did or did not do to myself. Back in the day, if something hurt, you knew how you injured it. Now, out of the blue, stuff just hurts.
I have a very sore back. I have no idea what I did or did not do to myself. Back in the day, if something hurt, you knew how you injured it. Now, out of the blue, stuff just hurts.
I think my husband would relate to that. He has a knee injury which is apparently usually sustained by rugby players during a tackle. He has no idea how he did it.
Several years ago, I started having back pain. I mean it was usually around an 8 on a 10-point scale. I had an MRI done at the time, and the doctor said tiny fractures in the spine would be what they would see in a football player. I said I used to move sprinkler pipe. He said that too. I had bone spurs taken out at that time, but the back pain came back. I was referred to pain clinics for steroid shots which helped for about every three months. That continued for several years until they said my back was so scared they could not inject any more. Around that time, I lost 50 lbs of weight which really helped. Got the pain down to a manageable 6. Still, any physical exertion and it would sour over 8. About a month ago, I went in for a spinal ablation where they kill the nerve endings along the lower spine. The pain level is now around a 2. Its effectiveness is supposed to last at least two years.
If i recall correctly, they are objects of unknown purpose that have been gifted and regifted around the Shire for ages.
Well, to go to the source (in this case “Concerning Hobbits” from the Prologue to LOTR:
So, though there was still some store of weapons in the Shire, these were used mostly as trophies, hanging above hearths or on walls, or gathered into the museum at Michel Delving. The Mathom-house it was called; for anything that Hobbits had no immediate use for, but were unwilling to throw away, they called a mathom. Their dwellings were apt to become rather crowded with mathoms, and many of the presents that passed from hand to hand were of that sort.
So, anything they had no immediate use for but were unwilling to throw away, which often resulted in them being used as presents.
You visit daughter's fambly bearing gifts, nice, thoughtful gifts. You like giving gifts. You know better now than to take them books.
You present favoured son-in-law with posh personal stereo, which you thought he really, like really, wanted. Being hi-ifi, it only plays downloads. A tells me (now, FFS) he hasn't got a PC as such and doesn't do downloads. Collapse of smart party. 'Thanks, R, he says, I'll see how I get on'. Why do I bother?
Give grandchildern DVDs of nice gentle films Mrs RR and I favour and think they'll enjoy. 'We haven't got a DVD player' they say. Let's watch something else (on something called 'Netflix).' We scrolled together through acres and acres of garbage .... 'Nothing French? Mrs RR enquired? '*****?' they answered. BTW, what is '6/7?'.
Not a successful visit, we felt. No big deal, but both Mrs RR and I felt we'd 'lost it'.
In my French conversation group today we talked about our bêtes noires = pet hates.
At the end we decided we were all showing our age.
Do young people have so many pet hates or intolerances.
In my French conversation group today we talked about our bêtes noires = pet hates.
At the end we decided we were all showing our age.
Do young people have so many pet hates or intolerances.
You visit daughter's fambly bearing gifts, nice, thoughtful gifts. You like giving gifts. You know better now than to take them books.
You present favoured son-in-law with posh personal stereo, which you thought he really, like really, wanted. Being hi-ifi, it only plays downloads. A tells me (now, FFS) he hasn't got a PC as such and doesn't do downloads. Collapse of smart party. 'Thanks, R, he says, I'll see how I get on'. Why do I bother?
Give grandchildern DVDs of nice gentle films Mrs RR and I favour and think they'll enjoy. 'We haven't got a DVD player' they say. Let's watch something else (on something called 'Netflix).' We scrolled together through acres and acres of garbage .... 'Nothing French? Mrs RR enquired? '*****?' they answered. BTW, what is '6/7?'.
Not a successful visit, we felt. No big deal, but both Mrs RR and I felt we'd 'lost it'.
I feel for you there - that's the sort of thing that might happen to me too. I could imagine asking your kids / grandkids to bring one of the DVDs each time they come to see you so you can watch together? I hate internet telly (my sister has it) - piles and piles and piles of shite, and no way to guess what I might like. I am 55 years old.
Only 55, eh? Thank you for your empathy. I am much, much older. And on Tuesday I get my first hearing aids! As I say to Mrs RR when we want some snoogle time, 'Oh to be 70 again!' She says, 'let's find a younger man and a couple of jump leads'.
Constantly having to invent reasons not to accept invitations to various activities - because I want to stay at home in the warmth and not be bothered with other people.
(I have come to realise that there are only a few people I like well enough to spend significant time with. They have one thing in common - they don't pester me for more.)
You put the Rich Tea biscuits in the orange Hobnobs tin and the Hobnobs in the blue Rich Tea tin.
Well, really!
Advice from one who knows: do not dunk your Hobnob in your tea.
You know you're getting old when you can't climb a locked gate while out for a walk. We went away had a cup of coffee and I thought I'd give it another go. Husband hopped over to make sure the way wasn't blocked ahead and then decided the gate was probably locked for a reason as it seemed to lead to someone's garden. I was rather glad I didn't have to make another attempt at it.
Possession of Rich Tea biscuits is evidence of advancing years in and of itself.
The smell of Rich Tea biscuits and tea is part of a cocktail of smells I associate with the elderly. Both sets of grandparents lived fairly close to one another and we would visit both on any given day. At the nursing home was the tea and lavender, while at the other grandparents' house it was the smell of pâté and Rothman's cigarettes.
Possession of Rich Tea biscuits is evidence of advancing years in and of itself.
The smell of Rich Tea biscuits and tea is part of a cocktail of smells I associate with the elderly. Both sets of grandparents lived fairly close to one another and we would visit both on any given day. At the nursing home was the tea and lavender, while at the other grandparents' house it was the smell of pâté and Rothman's cigarettes.
I think they give Rich Tea biscuits to people that they don’t want to get too excited.
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Several times I've heard of deaths through chance links to Twitface, which I almost never use. It's not so easy to think of their families as friends when that happens.
I've developed a habit of checking the local papers online and the f-book pages of local funeral directors and in the last year I've seen notices for parents of either old classmates or work colleagues. Some requiring a card sent care of the funeral director and others not.
Aged Aunt has left me a list of her closest friends to notify on her death as she has no children. I'll check it with her when she visits in a few weeks just to be sure everyone on the list is still here!
My own personal feeling old episode is one from yesterday. Very pleased to have picked the cryptic clue from yesterday morning's radio program. It was a song, recognised by Cheery son as being in a film which is 30 years old next year, making me check the date of the song, 56 years old (urk)!!!!
Oh you lucky lucky person. My brain is like the Middle of Lidl in these situations - when it's gone, it's gone.
I do find however that something non-work related I was meant to do during the working day will be completely forgotten from the moment I start to the moment I finish. At which point the lament "Oh bollocks" will issue forth.
Currently I am having problems hanging on to a thought if someone interrupts my flow with an unrelated comment (Mr RoS, I'm looking at you!)
I wish I'd started doing it years ago!
There was an episode in Season I of Ripple after an absence of time, Walter returns to a group of men he would play basketball with. The friends start giving him jive about his wife. He tells them she died. They are left aghast. They did not know.
It is not only the friends of the spouse that did not know but the friends of the other spouse not knowing either.
@Doublethink, you mentioned putting death notices in the paper or calling through an old address book, but people often do not read papers anymore or the phone numbers in the address book are no longer connected.
I have been seeing death notices on Facebook pages now. I have had so many of them now, I can't keep track of who is still alive or passed on. It has gotten to the point if I see an old friend==like a school classmate--has died, I will end up unfriending the old classmate's FB page, not because I do not care anymore, but because I do not want to make the mistake of sending a Happy Birthday note to them when they are already gone.
BTW Ripple is a good series on Grief and Loss
You are not alone!
Well, to borrow from another thread, that is a win/win, if you ask me. The church wins because of your donation, and you win because you have retrieved something you liked.
I think my husband would relate to that. He has a knee injury which is apparently usually sustained by rugby players during a tackle. He has no idea how he did it.
You present favoured son-in-law with posh personal stereo, which you thought he really, like really, wanted. Being hi-ifi, it only plays downloads. A tells me (now, FFS) he hasn't got a PC as such and doesn't do downloads. Collapse of smart party. 'Thanks, R, he says, I'll see how I get on'. Why do I bother?
Give grandchildern DVDs of nice gentle films Mrs RR and I favour and think they'll enjoy. 'We haven't got a DVD player' they say. Let's watch something else (on something called 'Netflix).' We scrolled together through acres and acres of garbage .... 'Nothing French? Mrs RR enquired? '*****?' they answered. BTW, what is '6/7?'.
Not a successful visit, we felt. No big deal, but both Mrs RR and I felt we'd 'lost it'.
At the end we decided we were all showing our age.
Do young people have so many pet hates or intolerances.
I feel for you there - that's the sort of thing that might happen to me too. I could imagine asking your kids / grandkids to bring one of the DVDs each time they come to see you so you can watch together? I hate internet telly (my sister has it) - piles and piles and piles of shite, and no way to guess what I might like. I am 55 years old.
(I have come to realise that there are only a few people I like well enough to spend significant time with. They have one thing in common - they don't pester me for more.)
Well, really!
Advice from one who knows: do not dunk your Hobnob in your tea.
I don't dunk, anyway.
Makes the eyes water, does it?
ITTWACW!
I resemble that!
I think they give Rich Tea biscuits to people that they don’t want to get too excited.
Water biscuits.
Duller but somehow still more edible. Rich Tea are like trying to eat balsa.