Well not even sure I want to live long but sure as hell don't want to grow old. I'd die young but that ship already sailed
I feel a bit of a fraud now because I am much chirpier than when I wrote this blog. Intending to sleep until I wake up (no alarm set) tomorrow because the best part of being single and chirpy and, okay, older, is being able to do exactly what I want
I've gone a bit off mirrors especially with those new specs, I need to order a rose-coloured pair.
Getting to like and respect yourself is an amazing thing. Finding a guy who likes and respects himself - and seeing a kindred spirit in each other - that's the cherry on top but cherries be rare. Carpe diem and let the cherries fall where they may
Oh hell I HATED my 40s, the most dreary decade of them all.
The best 10 years of my whole life started at 55. My 30s were good, but I was still conventional then, so the 50s were better. Getting braver and wickeder (sic) all the time, blowing the dust off my wish list and ticking off items I'd almost forgotten. Part of it was knowing the clock was ticking, sure, but if I could stop the clock anywhere being an autumn rose would be a good place to spend 50 years - hang in there, hon, not so long to wait.
So I had 10 years and not that 50, but I wrote a lot of it down for when my memory goes
Better off than I was in April 2020, when Spain was in lockdown with the pandemic?
Actually yes. Along with many other people. Because 4 years ago was a pretty bad place to be, and 3 years ago, and 2 years still had a few issues. Finally the powers that be decided the pandemic had ended.
Am I paying the same for things that I did 4 years ago? No. Between the pandemic and the war in Ukraine, prices have gone up up up up up
Am I paying the same for things that I did 10 years ago? NO. 20 years ago? NO. Somebody should do something! 50 years ago houses and cars were a fraction of the price, and a breadwinner would think current salaries were lottery wins!
Do I think things will magically revert to what they were if your carnival barker gets back into the White House?
I shouldn't laugh. If you believe he'll make everything in your life come right, and maybe even personally find you a nice rich woman who will adore you, because he can do anything, then I'm sure you're right.
Get a grip. Did I say 'you can't say that'? I merely expressed mild surprise that a non-Russian would post a Russian POV. Either moved from Russia - which would be interesting - or copy-pasted a story but forgot to add the context, which would be interesting. But there was no useful response at all so nothing interesting.
Change your doctor no I'm joking and his advice was good but I do prefer doctors who look concerned and say I shouldn't be having problems because I'm generally so healthy. They are getting harder to find, though, those doctors ...
A friend of mine now living in the US recently inherited a fairly substantial chunk of money and decided to sort her teeth out once and for all, volunteered herself at her local dental college and had the lot replaced by young eager students closely supervised by their professor. It still cost 30 THOUSAND dollars my only remaining rich relative has many calls on his purse and I doubt I'd inherit enough to replace even the broken molar - or could face that long in a dentist's chair - but her teeth now look the way they did in her 30s and she said happily she'll never have to get more than routine checkups ever again.
I don't feel withered yet but genuinely appreciate the encouragment I am a bit comforted by the shin splint diagnosis, I mean young fit athletes get shin splints too, right? But I may have to look for an electric scooter to keep up with the dog until she starts slowing down too, she's not impressed by the current shorter slower walks. In dog years she's late 50s and I was packed with energy at that age, but she's catching up with me fast
The diet and lifestyle here definitely helps, I may be feeling ancient right now but have local friends up to 10 years older who bounce around cheerfully and merrily go on 10 mile hikes at the drop of a hat. Of course right now I hate them
The only dressing up the dog permits is a raincoat and even then it has to be really bucketing down plus my aching leg seems to be a shinsplint, feisty attitude definitely on hold
¿Hola, que tal? My whinging is more because my various activities demand being able to hear perfectly, see clearly, and be able to whoosh up and down stairs, to earn my daily crust, plus walk that dog 3 times a day to avoid cleaning up the terrace, so when the things I need most are targeted I feel very hard done by, haha. This was a post to let off steam and yours is an inspirational reply thank you. If I were to try instead to count blessings that broken molar knocked off some weight as I am petrified of dentists and was avoiding eating for a while (until the deaf set in and the molar Had To Go). Oh, and my specs are fab that's a positive too ...
Flamenco is native to my province and as it happens the Casa de la Cultura, where I do my Spanish lessons, has flamenco classes at the same time so as we extranjeros wait for our teacher to open up we are surrounded by little girls in swirling skirts and one-inch clacking heels on their shoes ... like skiing, best started young! All that stamping and swirling and looking wonderfully arrogant not the best match for my meek and shy personality, and the dog would be bitterly offended by any energy not poured into her 3 walks a day?
Having my mind changed - or suddenly seeing something in a completely different light - is the reason I read the blogs. Doesn't happen often but yup, what a rush! That "wow, I didn't realise!" is awesome.
The illusion is in believing that the politician you voted into power, or the party he / she represents, will be working in your interests and will make necessary changes. One continues to vote because the promises made are more favourable than the promises made by the alternatives, but no longer believes they will be kept. Plus ca change, plus c'est la même chose.
Thailand is one of the sex-tourist destinations and if you have money to spend there are many nubile young women very willing to help you spend it.
Been there for a few days with family as part of a general roaming round that part of the world and it was a great place for a holiday but we stuck to tourist stuff so I can't report back on mixing with locals. I'd not personally go alone but then blokes can do things, even in these enlightened times, that women can't. Maybe join a fairly casual tour, with lots of free time built in?
There is more than one type of player but as a general rule of thumb they do all the initial running, ride the love wave, then move on, they're addicted to the rush. So to say a warning symptom is when the played is doing all the work is not strictly accurate - that's another type in the merry band of singles. There are many types! Bad boys, Heathcliff, cad, waif, empath, married man, grumps, cynics, fragile blossoms and the angry singles, who are the most destructive.
The most entertaining are the ones who mould themselves into your perfect companion, such fun. Well - for the time they are around! Hard to get over, unless you get the chance to see them at work on their next target, becoming different people to please the new partner, and realize you haven't lost a soulmate as there wasn't actually a soul, just a very malleable template.
Not so funny if they were scammers and relieve you of a lot of dosh during the meeting of souls, but luckily anyone that talented usually only bothers for richer targets.
This comment isn't all personal research, by the way. There's a book on the subject which go into a lot more detail than one person usually collides with in the singles world.
I'm also in Spain and I also get a lot of Irish mail, it's a mystery to be sure. Most of my mail is still from the US, I think some Americans think Spain is closer than it is. Or even on the same or similar time zone.
Two blokes I know in Spain say they get occasional mails from women (not necessarily Irish) saying they are coming over on holiday and wanting to meet up. They see it as wining and dining at their expense, pass.
Now me, I'd not be averse to meeting up with someone coming over on a holiday, just to hang out with NO other expectations, who knows I may want to visit their country sometime on the same cheerful companionable basis. A no-bullshit approach, like saying they are planning a holiday and being chatty and interesting and not pretending they've fallen hopelessly in love with what is deliberately not a great profile photo ...
Very true re copping out by blaming attitude, and very true about overcoming differences. We are a competitive combative tribal species, we humans, and will always eye strangers askance. When someone is instantly obviously a stranger by reason of race, gender, traditional attire, even the second they open their mouth and have a different accent, they will always have to work harder for acceptance and any hostility will always target their differences. It is what it is.
The instinct to stick with others like us, where acceptance is easier, that's not going to change. Neither is resentment from the general tribe, because the different cling together, going to change. You have to work for general acceptance and it will always take longer and it will never be complete but it can be done.
I was a fair-skinned redhead in Africa - outsider I was a fair-skinned redhead in Scotland, but didn't sound Scottish - outsider I am a fair-skinned redhead in Spain who doesn't speak fluent Spanish - outsider
You can't insist on acceptance if you are different, you have to earn it. I get impatient with the whiners. It is what it is. Nobody gets the world on a plate and you find your place and make the best you can of it. JMO.
Smoking in the bedroom is generally a bit of a no-no even when both smoke so actually smoking after is probably horrendously dangerous, 2 sleepy people, chance of setting the bed on fire
Fingers tightly crossed for you and Florida. The trouble with votes - the Brexit referendum comes to mind - is that the choices are so limited, yes or no. If the whole abortion question was based on whether bearing the child would be detrimental to the mother, in which case the rights of the living should outweigh the rights of the not-yet-born, the vote should be whether to allow merciful abortion or all abortions, not just 'never allow' or 'always allow'. An easier choice for voters, too.
Anyway. Just tidying up comments missed previously and I'll close comments so this blog can drop out of sight.
So over getting older
One big reason I left Scotland was driving in the dark in the rain NO FUN AT ALLDon't cut a good evening short. Party hearty then call a taxi? carpe diem