Getting Old
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smokeywolf
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Old age would be miserable for me without a sense of humor. I thank me lucky stars that Mrs. smokeywolf has a wonderful sense of humor.
RicinYakima
High Steppes of Eastern Washington
But since I can't remember, I laugh about it. What else can I do?
Snakeoil
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I have a friend at the club who tells me the same stories over and over. I just smile and listen. He's otherwise very sharp. But I often wonder if it is not a clue as to something going south between his ears.
Yeah, humor is always the best path. I've found humor in stuff since I was a kid. The unfortunate side is when your humor is totally missed by the other party. But you have to laugh at yourself first because you know damn well others already are.
Yeah, humor is always the best path. I've found humor in stuff since I was a kid. The unfortunate side is when your humor is totally missed by the other party. But you have to laugh at yourself first because you know damn well others already are.
.....But you have to laugh at yourself first because you know damn well others already are.
Hey, sometimes smart people do stupid stuff.
Which means I MAY qualify as a genius!
If I do something stupid and no one else is there to appreciate it, I TELL someone about it. No sense letting a good laugh go to waste.
smokeywolf
Well-Known Member
Early 2000s we move my mother in with us. She was in her 80s and already had dementia. She would sometimes forget who I was; would think I was her brother or my father who had died 8 years earlier.
We bought about 15 movies on DVD from the '30s through the '50s that were favorites of hers. Because of her very compromised memory she could watch the same movie several times in a week and each time it was like she hadn't seen it in decades.
We bought about 15 movies on DVD from the '30s through the '50s that were favorites of hers. Because of her very compromised memory she could watch the same movie several times in a week and each time it was like she hadn't seen it in decades.
Charles Graff
Moderator Emeritus
Lots of stuff that humans do is funny when you are old, that was not funny, when you were younger. I think this it is called clarity or wisdom or something like that.
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I will admit (and I do regularly) that most of my "loss of memory" isn't from deterioration of gray matter, but from deterioration of attitude. There are so many things I just don't give a hoot about any more that I don't trouble myself to remember every last little thing. Let someone who is still young enough who thinks they have to prove themselves do the remembering.
Plus, I've got many decades of sh....TUFF store away between my ears and there's a lot to sort through - not all of which was worth keeping, but you're stuck with it. I know a lot of people half or a third my age who have.... well, half or a third of the crap stored up there, so I make them do the sorting.
Been there, done that, got the t-shirt, wore the t-shirt out and am now using what's left of it for cleaning patches - and it's about used up.
462
California's Central Coast Amid The Insanity
Yep, I reached a point at which remembering a lot of old remembered stuff was no longer worth remembering. Too, I decided, after living for several in the this new century, that a most of the new century's stuff is useless and worthless, and doesn't require remembering.
For 11-years, my wife tended to her dementiated mother. One day I needed to talk to my wife and phoned her mother's house.
"Hello, Dorothy, may I speak to Joyce?"
"She's not here."
"Hmmm . . . she said she was going to visit you, today."
"No, she's not here."
"Well, when she shows up, please, tell her to call me."
"Okay."
That evening, I told my wife about the phone call.
"So, that was you who called?"
"Yep."
"I was sitting right next to her, on the couch."
For 11-years, my wife tended to her dementiated mother. One day I needed to talk to my wife and phoned her mother's house.
"Hello, Dorothy, may I speak to Joyce?"
"She's not here."
"Hmmm . . . she said she was going to visit you, today."
"No, she's not here."
"Well, when she shows up, please, tell her to call me."
"Okay."
That evening, I told my wife about the phone call.
"So, that was you who called?"
"Yep."
"I was sitting right next to her, on the couch."
Yep, I reached a point at which remembering a lot of old remembered stuff was no longer worth remembering. Too, I decided, after living for several in the this new century, that a most of the new century's stuff is useless and worthless, and doesn't require remembering
Just say you had a core dump to delete all the useless stuff in your computer mind. Unfortunately, body aches and pains cannot be attributed to core dump.
Just say you had a core dump to delete all the useless stuff in your computer mind. Unfortunately, body aches and pains cannot be attributed to core dump.
RBHarter
West Central AR
I'm just annoyed by the fact that Lycoming rocker covers torque at 28-32 inlb and it took 10 minutes to remember grip length goes with drive length because grip length somehow got replaced with barrel contact area ........
I also hate that 42-48 and 32-36 ftlb torque covers all of the Lycoming and Continental engines from 0200 through tigo 720s .....
I also hate that 42-48 and 32-36 ftlb torque covers all of the Lycoming and Continental engines from 0200 through tigo 720s .....
Thumbcocker
Active Member
Senile folks make new friends every day.
Yeah, don't do that!
I've thought about this. All the things you'd rather forget, you'd rather forget for a reason. If you "clear the cache," you'll be right there with the empty-heads who think you're "forgetful" just because they don't know no better. They don't know no better, because they haven't done enough dumb stuff yet. To their credit, they're at least trying.
SO, if you forget all the dumb stuff you'd just as soon forget about, you're bound to repeat it at an age well beyond where you have time to recover from DOING dumb stuff.
I've decided that maybe the stuff I most WANT to forget, is the stuff which would be the most DANGEROUS to forget.
462
California's Central Coast Amid The Insanity
Some of the dumb stuff I did was so much fun I don't ever want to forget it. It's the stuff that seemed sensible at the time that I'd rather forget.
Goofs? Or scars?