Happy Birthday, LC! Are there any perks at 60? In London you get free public transport - my Dad finds it brilliant (and has done for a long time, I hasten to add ), the only downside being he lives on the very eastern end of it, so if he wants a day out, it has to be westward!
Edit - oh no, it's changed, you have to be pension age!
Happy Birthday, LC! Are there any perks at 60? In London you get free public transport - my Dad finds it brilliant (and has done for a long time, I hasten to add ), the only downside being he lives on the very eastern end of it, so if he wants a day out, it has to be westward!
Edit - oh no, it's changed, you have to be pension age!
I expect everyone in Wales, especially those over 60, know about the Concessionary Travel Card.
Good for most buses in Wales, plus some going over the border , and some trains.
Happy Birthday, LC! Are there any perks at 60? In London you get free public transport - my Dad finds it brilliant (and has done for a long time, I hasten to add ), the only downside being he lives on the very eastern end of it, so if he wants a day out, it has to be westward!
Edit - oh no, it's changed, you have to be pension age!
You can still get a seniors Oyster card, but it it costs about £20 per year which is very good value
Happy Birthday, LC! Are there any perks at 60? In London you get free public transport - my Dad finds it brilliant (and has done for a long time, I hasten to add ), the only downside being he lives on the very eastern end of it, so if he wants a day out, it has to be westward!
Edit - oh no, it's changed, you have to be pension age!
It does vary across regions - I think most now say pension age, which is another 7 years. But you can get a senior railcard. I have one and it does save me the cost of it over a year.
Thank you, folks! No, no perks at 60. Except having uppity youngsters make rude remarks (heh).
On my 60th birthday, my daughter left me a voicemail welcoming me to my “elderly years.” My son left an equally respectful voicemail—it might have started “Hey old man.”
I had to confess I had only myself to blame—I’d spent over two decades modeling sarcasm to them.
In that case, I've been old forever. (I have a severe lack of common sense when it comes to making friends--my oldest was maybe 60 or 70 years older than me, and her parents met at the World's Fair cum Olympics in St. Louis (1904).
I keep saying I will make younger friends, but yep, my newest is 82 and has just been diagnosed with Alzheimer's (sigh).
I came across a little-known CS Lewis poem that is apposite to this thread. I hope you appreciate it too. Lewis wrote it in his 60's. I feel now (at 79) what he felt much earlier.
Perhaps folk aged more quickly in those days.
I came across a little-known CS Lewis poem that is apposite to this thread. I hope you appreciate it too. Lewis wrote it in his 60's. I feel now (at 79) what he felt much earlier.
Perhaps folk aged more quickly in those days.
That might be the second poem I ever read that hit me. (The other starts 'we have tested and tasted too much, lover' - if you want something else to look up / read).
Thank you, folks! No, no perks at 60. Except having uppity youngsters make rude remarks (heh).
On my 60th birthday, my daughter left me a voicemail welcoming me to my “elderly years.” My son left an equally respectful voicemail—it might have started “Hey old man.”
I had to confess I had only myself to blame—I’d spent over two decades modeling sarcasm to them.
I missed this somehow!!! heheheheheh. Yes, my son enjoys reminding me that I was born in the last millennium. (I retaliate by telling him he was conceived then.)
Happy birthday too, @Lamb Chopped . Sixty is the new forty.
A good friend told me recently that eighty was the new sixty but I think he was just being kind.
But the thing about coping with technology is interesting. I’ve moved downhill from being IT expert (in my career) to intelligent user to increasingly stupid user. I still try to learn (a good sign) but find my brain gets tireder quicker. It becomes increasingly tempting just to give up, say “I’m past it”. But I’m still resisting that!
I realised how old I am when I was talking to someone about the hot summer of 1976 and I could remember so many things clearly. We were driving in the area where I used to work then and it bought back various memories. It really doesn't feel like 50 years ago.
Thank you, Barnabas62. I have a couple of years of training in IT--but it was in 2014-5, and by now I'm frantically trying to keep up with the new crap they roll out every few minutes at my work. So I'm just fluent enough to be able to explain tech things to the senior leadership team ("What's a database, and why are they better than one endless Excel spreadsheet?") but the real IT staff know I'm losing it. Ugh.
Thank you, Barnabas62. I have a couple of years of training in IT--but it was in 2014-5, and by now I'm frantically trying to keep up with the new crap they roll out every few minutes at my work. So I'm just fluent enough to be able to explain tech things to the senior leadership team ("What's a database, and why are they better than one endless Excel spreadsheet?") but the real IT staff know I'm losing it. Ugh.
When Mrs, Gramps worked for WSU libraries, they would roll out new software about every six months, it seemed. Anytime there was a change, someone would retire. She kept up until when she didn't--and it was during a major software change.
Thank you, Barnabas62. I have a couple of years of training in IT--but it was in 2014-5, and by now I'm frantically trying to keep up with the new crap they roll out every few minutes at my work. So I'm just fluent enough to be able to explain tech things to the senior leadership team ("What's a database, and why are they better than one endless Excel spreadsheet?") but the real IT staff know I'm losing it. Ugh.
Do you reckon the real IT staff know they're a service unit, there to serve you? (Assuming, I hope correctly based on things you previously shared, that you don't work for Apple ).
Bite your tongue! I have some doubts about where they think they belong in the organization, given the difficulties I had trying to get a new computer a couple years ago. I lost roughly a month's worth of work with IT hassles--and the value of my work for a month is about ten times at least the cost of the laptops they buy for us. or refuse to buy for us...
Bite your tongue! I have some doubts about where they think they belong in the organization, given the difficulties I had trying to get a new computer a couple years ago. I lost roughly a month's worth of work with IT hassles--and the value of my work for a month is about ten times at least the cost of the laptops they buy for us. or refuse to buy for us...
That's university (my PT job) world, too. Maybe you could suggest they have a meeting about not providing the laptop - if enough high-end people attend (and it's off-site, that helps), it'll cost ten times your monthly salary and 100x the cost of the laptop.
(My wife works for a bank. Their bi-monthly all-site gatherings are held in the hospitality suite of a national-level football club, and consume the GDP of a small UN member state).
Can you still do the “Frog in a blender” wrist spin?
Got me 4-15 on Wednesday. Only 6 more for 350 in total... many caught at cow!
My club shirt is wearing out. I'm pondering how much it would cost to have “Frog in a blender” or "Washing machine" on the back (sadly, I am firmly No 12, so won't be getting 69 on my back*). Or even an old Dutch tour nickname citing the injury I was carrying and an Essex legend - Ten der Groiner
I seem to have started that with birthday cards this year - but unintentionally.
Came close last Christmas, but worried people might think I'd died or, worse still, not noticed.
I seem to have started that with birthday cards this year - but unintentionally.
Came close last Christmas, but worried people might think I'd died or, worse still, not noticed.
It's weird how old age seems to drain these things of energy. Well, it's not weird really. I can't express what I mean really, hey ho.
I had a friend call me early in December last year and he said he was just checking on who was still alive before addressing his holiday cards. I think he was kidding, but maybe not.
Earlier this week, I got an email for a driver's licence medical form. I have to have it updated annually and at first glance I thought it was for Cheery son as he has ongoing medical issues. Alas no, it was for me!!
We’re in our late sixties and our senior grandson is eleven next month, however, Mrs Sioni’s mother however became a grandmother at 42, but that was normal for women born in the 1920’s. She certainly wasn’t old at 67 when her eldest daughter turned 25!
I feel older at 80. My parents died aged 92 and 86, in the same year that my first grandchild was born. My mum lived to meet her.
At Mum’s burial I was well aware of the cycle of life: as one generation left us, there was the first of a new generation beside the grave in the buggy.
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(I’ll try to remember when it really is my 70th decade and get you back!)
But a whippersnapper, assuming you're an elf.
Happy birthday, young 'un.
Edit - oh no, it's changed, you have to be pension age!
I expect everyone in Wales, especially those over 60, know about the Concessionary Travel Card.
Good for most buses in Wales, plus some going over the border , and some trains.
You can still get a seniors Oyster card, but it it costs about £20 per year which is very good value
It does vary across regions - I think most now say pension age, which is another 7 years. But you can get a senior railcard. I have one and it does save me the cost of it over a year.
My first mobile phone made and received calls, but little else and was the size of a brick.
Digital cameras didn’t exist.
I had to confess I had only myself to blame—I’d spent over two decades modeling sarcasm to them.
I keep saying I will make younger friends, but yep, my newest is 82 and has just been diagnosed with Alzheimer's (sigh).
Perhaps folk aged more quickly in those days.
AS ONE OLDSTER TO ANOTHER
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Ooof!
That might be the second poem I ever read that hit me. (The other starts 'we have tested and tasted too much, lover' - if you want something else to look up / read).
Thanks so much for posting.
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The bladder eventually takes over.
I missed this somehow!!! heheheheheh. Yes, my son enjoys reminding me that I was born in the last millennium. (I retaliate by telling him he was conceived then.)
I thought so, yes, until the pain doc put me on gabapentin a month ago. Lo and behold, the bladder has to just shut up now--I'm still zzzzzzzzzz.
A good friend told me recently that eighty was the new sixty but I think he was just being kind.
But the thing about coping with technology is interesting. I’ve moved downhill from being IT expert (in my career) to intelligent user to increasingly stupid user. I still try to learn (a good sign) but find my brain gets tireder quicker. It becomes increasingly tempting just to give up, say “I’m past it”. But I’m still resisting that!
But the alarm clock doesn't repeat every few hours.
When Mrs, Gramps worked for WSU libraries, they would roll out new software about every six months, it seemed. Anytime there was a change, someone would retire. She kept up until when she didn't--and it was during a major software change.
Do you reckon the real IT staff know they're a service unit, there to serve you? (Assuming, I hope correctly based on things you previously shared, that you don't work for Apple
That's university (my PT job) world, too. Maybe you could suggest they have a meeting about not providing the laptop - if enough high-end people attend (and it's off-site, that helps), it'll cost ten times your monthly salary and 100x the cost of the laptop.
(My wife works for a bank. Their bi-monthly all-site gatherings are held in the hospitality suite of a national-level football club, and consume the GDP of a small UN member state).
Can you still do the “Frog in a blender” wrist spin?
Got me 4-15 on Wednesday. Only 6 more for 350 in total... many caught at cow!
My club shirt is wearing out. I'm pondering how much it would cost to have “Frog in a blender” or "Washing machine" on the back (sadly, I am firmly No 12, so won't be getting 69 on my back*). Or even an old Dutch tour nickname citing the injury I was carrying and an Essex legend - Ten der Groiner
*As it were.
I seem to have started that with birthday cards this year - but unintentionally.
Came close last Christmas, but worried people might think I'd died or, worse still, not noticed.
It's weird how old age seems to drain these things of energy. Well, it's not weird really. I can't express what I mean really, hey ho.
This morning we sang '...and in thy cause expire', and I thought of this thread!
At Mum’s burial I was well aware of the cycle of life: as one generation left us, there was the first of a new generation beside the grave in the buggy.