Tips on being an old man

Trust me, I have experience as I enter my eighth decade. As you get older, never act that way. Remember, deep within you is that eighteen year old. Listen to him from time to time. Occasionally act like him.

  • Walk briskly, not like you are on your last leg.
  • Stand up straight.
  • Don’t walk around with your mouth open, you look dorky.
  • Don’t make getting out of a chair an engineering project.
  • Continue to deny you snore.
  • Stop repeating yourself
  • People aren’t interested in the benefits you earned and deserve
  • Keep that old flip phone well hidden
  • Don’t moan and groan – expect on those rare and appropriate occasions.
  • Don’t look shabby – dressing within your age bracket is fine, black knee length dress sock with oxfords while wearing shorts is not.
  • Stop telling young people what it was like in the old days – fun I know and they should be interested, but they aren’t.
  • Eat what you like and want to eat – it’s too late to worry about it in any case
  • You may be proud you served, but lose the Vietnam and CVN69 cap. It’s a senior red flag.
  • Speaking of flags, please don’t clip one to the window of your car – no reindeer antlers either.
  • How healthy are you? Stand on one foot in bare feet for 30 seconds. If you can do it, you’re doing pretty good.
  • If you live in one of the communities billed as senior living, always deny it. Where you live should not have a depressing or flowery name.
  • Don’t make the last Social Security COLA a topic of discussion.
  • Don’t complain about living on a fixed income – pretty good chance you aren’t.
  • Don’t let anyone catch you checking the obituaries- especially for your name.
  • Avoid the words “I can’t remember.”
  • Don’t steal sugar or catsup packets at a restaurant.
  • It’s okay to ask for the senior discount, everyone thinks you’re poor anyway.
  • Don’t book appointments or meetings after 2:00pm, you will be asleep – or on your way to a late dinner.
  • Stop repeating yourself 😎

Rock on!

16 comments

  1. On the other hand…

    Years ago, Dad was in good shape, but met an old friend who walked bent over, with a cane. Joking around, Dad said, “Hey Bill, why do you walk like that?” Bill said, “It’s better than crawling.” Dad felt about two feet tall.

    I’ve been treated for lung cancer for about three years now, but still walk and/or run for an hour four days a week, plus two one hour senior exercise classes a week. Until two months ago. They gave me an injection of Lupron, which slows the growth of cancer by reducing testosterone. For “some people” the side effects are extreme. Apparently I am some people. Now, I am Bill. It beats crawling though. Or dying.

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  2. I do like telling young people what it was like in the old days because it is fun. For adults, I usually start off with a few decades ago or a half century ago. Before I retired, some of us elderly would make fun of our newly minted college supervisors who never saw a Mel Brooks movie. While on shift at 3:00 am, you sometimes just talk movies to stay awake. We would tell these newbies they couldn’t talk to us until they saw his movies.

    For the grandkids, I start first by telling them that back when your grandmother was born everything was black and white, as in TV. (She was born in 1961, I was born in 1962). Another one is when the telephones were attached to the wall. Or before the Internet came and social media destroyed the world.

    Last week, the youngest granddaughter was watching the original Wizard of Oz. I explained to her that the movie will start out in B&W, just like when grandma was little like her brother. Then Dorothy goes over the rainbow and everything in the movie will be in color like we live today. She watched memorized and I know that she will one day ask grandma what it was like to live in black and white world. I just hope that I will be there when she does.

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    1. I told my wife’s daughters, teenagers at the time, about growing up with seven sisters and NO indoor plumbing. Not terribly shocking.

      Till one daughter says, with seven sisters, your phone must have been busy all the time.

      No phone? THAT was shocking.

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  3. I love milk. Always have. We had fresh cow’s milk when I grew up. With real cream. I mean out of the pail fresh, Dad milked every AM and PM.
    And I always bought real milk when I got older. When I married, my wife and her daughters were drinking 2%. And I got used to it. Then because of weight problems, we went to 1%. Tried nonfat one time and never again.
    A few months ago, with supply chain problems, one day, only whole milk was available.
    We will never go back to low-fat again.

    I have cut way back on the amount I drink, though. About half as much.

    Occasionally I enjoy real cream on my Cheerios, just like when I was a kid.

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      1. Mine too! Valentine’s day special. Mine were on clearance. Buy one, get two free. I still have four in the pantry.

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