Looked out my office window yesterday and saw a former student who now teaches on campus…walking with his daughter who is currently enrolled…(and he didn’t marry until a few years after graduating)
Speaking for (of) my husband…
When you have to make a painful sound every time you get up from a piece of furniture! ![]()
I teased H about making noises when he got up from a chair until I realized that I also did it at least half the time. ![]()
When you can remember your 81-year-old great uncle when he was in college!
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When a Medicare mailing arrives and you assume it has something to do with DH…and then after opening it find yourself staring at YOUR OWN brand new Medicare card.
When you start getting mailings from Neptune Society and funeral homes. Meanwhile, my older husband gets a ton of glossy magazines from cruise companies.
When the guy bagging groceries asked me if I needed help loading the car.
WHAAAT? There were three measly bags in the cart. And I walk hilly miles, pedal, use hand weights and take a yoga class pretty much every day of the week. Do I look that frail?
I remember getting mailings from such, and AARP, in my 20s and 30s.
When you get invitations to go to educational seminars on hearing aids.
Oh -I got one of those last week!
Nope! I still have mine…
I read this while sitting in my recliner with my heating pad ![]()
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When your choices regarding travel and outings are dictated by your knees and your back instead of your wallet.
Your husband has dreamy George Clooney eyes when he was young, too.
I think he was dazed, ha!
You bump into an old crush, usually at a funeral, and he looks so old. Then you realize he’s thinking the same about you!
So reminds me of Billy Crystal in City Slickers “Your fifties you have a minor surgery. You’ll call it a procedure, but it’s a surgery. Your sixties you have a major surgery, the music is still loud but it doesn’t matter because you can’t hear it anyway.”

