The impetus for putting this thread up was a remark someone made in one of the other dating sitew; "I'm not (whatever the age was) yet, I just want to see what the future may hold." (or words to that effect)
To satisfy this void, there are many Psychological texts on the market. Reading them, which I don't recommend, would have you calling for "Dr. Death" !
Then there are the religious perspectives such as The Talmud, The Bible, and Far Eastern Philosophies that put me (at age 61) in the "check out" generation. (No thanks)
Our group is beginning the task of "integration" of polarities such as Young/Old, Destruction/Creation, Masculine/Feminine, and Attachment/Separation. We do this in a form that is appropriate to our new place in life. This integration could take the form of a new interest in the arts, philosophies, writing and mentoring. Grandma Moses became famous for her art when she was in her 80's. I'm even considering writing a book, after editing a few for friends. But enough of that.
What does the future hold?
Well, I wake up. I get the box down off the top of the refrigerator and sort out my med.s for the day. Grab a cuppa caffiene and take 'em. I, then, try to remember where I left my upper's and lower's (hoping the cat didn't bat them under the couch again).
Open the refrigerator to see what I can make for breakfast and am reminded that I intended to go to the grocery yesterday! Fed the cat and threw birdseed in the feeders outside. Opened the lid to the aquarium to feed the Beta fish. (it's been dead for a week every since the power shut off due to an electrical storm). Looked for a long spoon to get the body out.
I am confronted by last night's supper and snack dishs and forget to take Beta out. Start the dishwasher.
The phone rings. Recorded voice says, "This is not a sales call...". (I never let them get further than that) Hmmm. While I got the phone in my hand, might as well call the Doctor and get him to phone in refills for the med's in case I DO decide to leave the house today.
Yeah, and when I do go out, I'll pick up the mail from the box (at the end of the 1200' driveway) which I havn't passed in 6 days. Hmmm. Should call Dad. Phone rings and rings and answering machine comes on.
I hang up in panic! OMG he's on his way down! (Now you must understand a visit from my Dad (ex-Marine) is like a visit from the Inspector General)
I tear around the house for 45 minutes emptying ashtrays, wiping down counters and stove top, cleaning the sinks, sweeping the floors, cussing the cat and slamming doors!
The phone rings. It's Dad, "Did you call me?". "Yeah, Dad." replying calmly (trying to remember the definition of "orphan"). We converse about significant events of the '50s, while I'm considering overdosing on my blood pressure meds.
After that "flurry" of activity, I decide to check my e-mail. Take another cuppa to the computer room and fire up the computer. Hey, I got mail! Answer my mail.
So here I am folks. Just about ready to wind this up. (It's 12:10 am)
Tomorrow, if I can maneuver around the trash bags in front of the door, I'm off to the grocery and another fun experience.
I guess the future depends on the person.I am 49 soon to be 50.i work 14 hours a day 24/7.I inventory and load and unload up to 30 tons of furniture and cartons a month and this is on top of driving 600 miles plus a day sometimes.I am on the road for up to 8 months at a time without seeing home.I wear the same size clothes i did in high school.I am in great shape,life is good and I feel better now than ever befor in my life.Age and life as well as the future is what you make it.old is when I am dead and I am nowhere near that.
oldsarge, you are a rip in the pants! Sorry, I just can't be sequestered into an age group. I love guys and girls your age, too, and value your wisdom. But this morning, I'm just going to read your post over again a few times and save some of your better quips for good moments to get somebody else rolling on the floor. Thank goodness some people have a sense of humor about life! We all have trials, and I can certainly empathize, in an almost-not-funny way, with the "if I leave my house today" thing. You keep your spirits up, and hey, pass the blood pressure pills!!
Good morning ole Sarge, good to see that someone else out here has beening thinking about this "aging thing" lol I do not dwell on this or the past anymore, every day is good.........hey I woke up didn't I? :) I have my coffee, check my mail, let the dog out and depending on the day , go to work or stay home and "ease" into the day. Life is good, spring is almost here and the sun comes out alittle earlier everyday............I am 50 and some days I feel 60 and others I feel like a pup, ......yes life is good.........just have to find something or things every day to keep you up , and not fall into a "I'm old and alone rut" I am never alone I have my faithful dog, who had more gray than me and a bigger mid section, friends, family, and a great sense of humor........life is good.........so everyone have a GREAT day
I have said it before and will say it again.Age is a state of mind like most things in life.If you beleive you are to old then that is what you will be.If you beleive you are broken down and decrepit then that is what it will be.If you beleive you are to old for younger women or men then they will sense it and that is what it will be.It is all in the mind.Old is when you are dead.
Hey Old Sarge, this a Young Sarge! Phoenix, I agree with you. I have dated women from 86 to 18... my last serious girlfriend is 39. The one I am most (but not serious yet, girls... wink wink) is 32. No, the 18 year old was not 30 years ago... it was three years ago. I admit that was a bit of a miss-match... but the others worked out just fine... well, the 86 year old was almost 20 years ago and that was more of a "Sugar Momma" than anything else...but she sure was hot and really knew some tricks that some of you younger women could benefit from learning from!!! (Yes, I am talking about THAT !!!! lol)
Hi Sarge, Am turning 54 this June and wondering; I keep seeing guys only wanting to meet women up to about 45, transpose 54 and there you got it. Hmmmm not sure what is wrong with the 50's woman but having a time finding men in the category I would like to meet because they have cut theirs off (Range)...maybe because we know our mind and body now and not afraid of speaking out. This age range is envigorating, enlivening and hopefully encourages and educates.
Good For You phoenix!! That IS the spirit! That is The only way to live; Never Say Die! or curl up like some mangy dog in a corner! Hell Ive met Indians in the Villcabamba 100 years old; one could still wear out a 16 year old girl!(that is their way of life) "old" men with hardly any wrinkles, fit and healthy and one hell of "an attitude"! (not to mention, of course, diet). I still ride a few miles to and from a job on my bike and take walks, my son still complains that I walk too fast and he's 14. I'd be up for another trip down the Amazon, Indian ambushes and all. I like to think of it as haing both "an attitude" and "an altitude". I've survived a lot in a few different armies and wars; came out in one piece, so believe me I don't buy this "old age" crap, in one we had legionnaires almost 60 who could still do force marches through jungle or desert and we much younger could barely keep up. No don't give us this old age at 50 and falling apart, meds and the like; that is a state of dying in the spirit, the mind and the heart; hell, just crawl into a coffin and close the lid!
Right on phoenix age is a state of mind i can do anything i could when i was 20 and most things better, life is only a day at a time no matter how old you are .if a person is a quiter age has no bearing on it .
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To satisfy this void, there are many Psychological texts on the market. Reading them, which I don't recommend, would have you calling for "Dr. Death" !
Then there are the religious perspectives such as The Talmud, The Bible, and Far Eastern Philosophies that put me (at age 61) in the "check out" generation. (No thanks)
Our group is beginning the task of "integration" of polarities such as Young/Old, Destruction/Creation, Masculine/Feminine, and Attachment/Separation.
We do this in a form that is appropriate to our new place in life. This integration could take the form of a new interest in the arts, philosophies, writing and mentoring. Grandma Moses became famous for her art when she was in her 80's.
I'm even considering writing a book, after editing a few for friends. But enough of that.
What does the future hold?
Well, I wake up. I get the box down off the top of the refrigerator and sort out my med.s for the day. Grab a cuppa caffiene and take 'em.
I, then, try to remember where I left my upper's and lower's (hoping the cat didn't bat them under the couch again).
Open the refrigerator to see what I can make for breakfast and am reminded that I intended to go to the grocery yesterday!
Fed the cat and threw birdseed in the feeders outside. Opened the lid to the aquarium to feed the Beta fish. (it's been dead for a week every since the power shut off due to an electrical storm). Looked for a long spoon to get the body out.
I am confronted by last night's supper and snack dishs and forget to take Beta out. Start the dishwasher.
The phone rings. Recorded voice says, "This is not a sales call...". (I never let them get further than that)
Hmmm. While I got the phone in my hand, might as well call the Doctor and get him to phone in refills for the med's in case I DO decide to leave the house today.
Yeah, and when I do go out, I'll pick up the mail from the box (at the end of the 1200' driveway) which I havn't passed in 6 days.
Hmmm. Should call Dad. Phone rings and rings and answering machine comes on.
I hang up in panic! OMG he's on his way down! (Now you must understand a visit from my Dad (ex-Marine) is like a visit from the Inspector General)
I tear around the house for 45 minutes emptying ashtrays, wiping down counters and stove top, cleaning the sinks, sweeping the floors, cussing the cat and slamming doors!
The phone rings. It's Dad, "Did you call me?". "Yeah, Dad." replying calmly (trying to remember the definition of "orphan").
We converse about significant events of the '50s, while I'm considering overdosing on my blood pressure meds.
After that "flurry" of activity, I decide to check my e-mail. Take another cuppa to the computer room and fire up the computer. Hey, I got mail! Answer my mail.
So here I am folks. Just about ready to wind this up. (It's 12:10 am)
Tomorrow, if I can maneuver around the trash bags in front of the door, I'm off to the grocery and another fun experience.
This is the "future", youngsters. ROTFL!!!