Eremophila wrote:Getting older is weird
because you’re still that same enthusiastic kid
trapped in a sh*tshow of a body.
Moondog55 wrote:Eremophila wrote:Getting older is weird
because you’re still that same enthusiastic kid
trapped in a sh*tshow of a body.
Getting notifications that people younger than yourself are dieing of "Old Age" is kind of scary sometimes
Lophophaps wrote:A group of seniors were at their local coffee shop talking about all their ailments.
"My arms are so weak I can hardly lift this cup of coffee," said one.
"Yes, I know," said another. "My cataracts are so bad, I can't even see my coffee."
"I couldn't even write the numbers at election time because my hands are so crippled," volunteered a third.
"What? Speak up! What? I can't hear you," said one elderly lady.
"I can't turn my head because of the arthritis in my neck," said one, to which several nodded weakly in agreement.
"My blood pressure pills make me so dizzy!" exclaimed another.
"I forget where I am and where I'm going," said another.
"I guess that's the price we pay for getting old," winced an old man as he slowly shook his head.
The others nodded in agreement.
"Well, count your blessings," said a woman cheerfully. "Thank God we can all still drive."
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My Favorite Things - Senior Version
Tune: My Favorite Things
Maalox and nose drops and needles for knitting,
Walkers and handrails and new dental fittings,
Bundles of magazines tied up in string,
These are a few of my favourite things.
Cadillacs and cataracts and hearing aids and glasses,
Polident and Fixodent and false teeth in glasses,
Pacemakers, golf carts and porches with swings,
These are a few of my favourite things.
When the pipes leak, When the bones creak,
When the knees go bad,
I simply remember my favourite things,
And then I don't feel so bad.
Hot tea and crumpets, and corn pads for bunions,
No spicy hot food or food cooked with onions,
Bathrobes and heat pads and hot meals they bring,
These are a few of my favourite things.
Back pains, confused brains, and no fear of sinnin',
Thin bones and fractures and hair that is thinnin',
And we won't mention our short shrunken frames,
When we remember our favorite things.
When the joints ache, when the hips break,
When the eyes grow dim,
Then I remember the great life I've had,
And then I don't feel so bad.
north-north-west wrote:I noticed the weird tent before the fire and the legs. And as there's so much snow so far down the rear mountainside, why is it bare where they're camping?
ribuck wrote:And where did the firewood come from?
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