Zone1 You Old Yet?

You know you are old when you have to be careful to not sit on your balls and crush them.

Well, if your a female who lost weight you best not sit down too fact unless it's a padded surface or your bony butt may get injured.
 
I'm 85 and still young at heart, even with the triple bypass. :up:

I do look younger than I am. I was talking with a lady yesterday who thought that I was about her age, 60. When I mentioned my age, she went into a confused state sorta. I don't think she knew how to process it.

The last doctor I saw was so 'flabbergasted' that he said it twice.
I get that too. I'm consistently 20 years younger than my actual age and I love it, but I do have more aches and pains than I'd like
 
I know some of us are senior citizens. I'm one of them.

I like music, some debates and learning new things.
This guy reminded me about times growing up, like riding a bus downtown to the movies and taking the last bus back home at midnight. Roller skating.
Later, concerts in the late 1960s threw out the 70s up till now.


Old age isn't what I expected. I didn't expect to appreciate those aches and pains that reassure us that we're still alive and kicking. LOL.

Seriously I expected to be mentally dense and dull at my age. I didn't expect to be so mentally aware, so interested in all the events going on around the world, to be so eager to learn new things, to care so much, to enjoy so much, to look forward to things so much. . My body reminds me I can't do a lot of the things I once loved to do anymore, but I am grateful for mental clarity and ability. It makes up for what I can't physically do these days.
 
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Never went back in time, I've always been immature. Still like playing sports and games and having a beer with my bros.

I had a couple beers yesterday, i'm in my 70s.
I loved softball till they made it co-ed, I didn't like playing on a team with men. Of course my ball playing days were over anyway by then.
Last team I was on was co-ed and I was 50. I knew when I jumped up to catch a ball and hit the ground, my ball playing days were over.
 
I had a couple beers yesterday, i'm in my 70s.
I loved softball till they made it co-ed, I didn't like playing on a team with men. Of course my ball playing days were over anyway by then.
Last team I was on was co-ed and I was 50. I knew when I jumped up to catch a ball and hit the ground, my ball playing days were over.
I don't mount my tree stand as high as I used to. It's also gotten heavier over the years. :(
 
LOL.....I caught myself doing the "landmark" thing today.

There's a back road that comes out on a main highway I use as a shortcut that I was talking about to another guy and he asked the route number.

I said, "I don't know, it comes out where the that beagle club sign used to be"....The other oldster knew right where it was and could name people (long dead) who used to live on it. :laughing0301:
 
I don't mount my tree stand as high as I used to. It's also gotten heavier over the years. :(

Hubby hasn't hunt deer in decades, although he did kill and clean one last year or so ago.
It broke its neck trying to jump over our fence and we tried to save it but injury was too bad, so we called Wildlife and they told us to put it down, so hubby did and put it in the freezer, he and the dogs enjoyed it.
 
LOL.....I caught myself doing the "landmark" thing today.

There's a back road that comes out on a main highway I use as a shortcut that I was talking about to another guy and he asked the route number.

I said, "I don't know, it comes out where the that beagle club sign used to be"....The other oldster knew right where it was and could name people (long dead) who used to live on it. :laughing0301:
Reminds me of a well-used deer trail we used to hunt. Where it crossed the road there was an old rocking chair that was wasting away. We called it the "rotten rocker trail". On the other side of the road the trail went up steeply past a huge rock. So if someone wasn't familiar with the old rocking chair we would say, "You know, the trail that goes past that big rock".
 
Hubby hasn't hunt deer in decades, although he did kill and clean one last year or so ago.
It broke its neck trying to jump over our fence and we tried to save it but injury was too bad, so we called Wildlife and they told us to put it down, so hubby did and put it in the freezer, he and the dogs enjoyed it.
Interesting. A hunting buddy of mine gave all his venison to his mother, who fed it to her dogs.
 
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LOL.....I caught myself doing the "landmark" thing today.

There's a back road that comes out on a main highway I use as a shortcut that I was talking about to another guy and he asked the route number.

I said, "I don't know, it comes out where the that beagle club sign used to be"....The other oldster knew right where it was and could name people (long dead) who used to live on it. :laughing0301:

It is funny that we can remember things 60 years ago or more, but not what just happened.
 
Old? Yep. You know you are old when you have to plan how to get up off the floor. My trigger finger is like a 20-year-old, IM2.

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It's that getting up off the floor thing that convinced me I am no longer physically young. I remember the first time I couldn't.

I was the leader of a senior citizen group at church. We did lots of fun and educational field trips and a monthly luncheon with a good speaker once a month. It was at a luncheon when I squatted to get a good angle for a photo of our speaker that month. And when I tried to stand up again, for the first time in my life I couldn't do it. A couple of guys had to help me get back up.

I was absolutely horrified. I used to do rock climbing, could sit cross legged on the floor and get up without using my arms/hands. Could easily step into a stirrup and swing into the saddle like a pro in a western movie. Could easily walk four 10-minute miles and feel wonderful.

Losing physical vitality is the worst thing about getting old for me. But I can still get around just fine, am strong enough to take care of others as needed, and as I mentioned, I think I pretty much still have all my marbles. I enjoy reasonably good health and I am grateful for that.

There are worse things than getting old. (I still don't like it though.)
 
Reminds me of a well-used deer trail we used to hunt. Where it crossed the road there was an old rocking chair that was wasting away. We called it the "rotten rocker trail". On the other side of the road the trail went up steeply past a huge rock. So if someone wasn't familiar with the old rocking chair we would say, "You know, the trail that goes past that big rock".
Oh yeah, all the stands had names....We had one called "the big fuckin' rock stand".

That's exactly what it was too. It was a huge granite boulder the size of a 1000 sq. ft. home about two stories high and as flat on top as a pancake. Sort of reminded you of deep thought's head.

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We built a big-ass ladder to get to the top then hauled up chestnut slabs and made a blind on top. We killed a shit-ton of deer and bear off of it over the years. Cold as **** up there in late season though.
 
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