When you are older than all the folks on the cover of those AARP magazines
More properly called “anointing of the sick” (only part of the last rites.)https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anointing_of_the_Sick_(Catholic_Church) What the priest actually said was, “I’m sorry I laid hands on you.” (Which, taken out of context, could be even weirder). H and I were volunteering at group administration of the sacrament, and my H told me to sit next to an elderly man who might need help, so that is how I came to be among those intending to receive the sacrament (mostly frail elderly folks and cancer patients).
You are on CC at 9:20 on a Saturday night, in your pj’s :-0
I went to a new happening restaurant tonight and sat facing my friends and a little wall. It was only when we were leaving that I realized I was probably the oldest person there! Where did all those 25 year olds come from?
To me, it is when I have to click on my birth year from a pull-down. I have to scroll down for a long time to get to my birth year. It used to be right there on the first page.
Or reading class notes from college. They are now so far back in the magazine
"Boys weren’t allowed in girls’ dorm rooms. Or only during certain hours and, “Open door, feet on the floor.”
At one college tour we went on a mom asked the tour guide what time the boys had to be out of the girls rooms. The poor tour guide didn’t even understand the question at first. When it became clear and the answer was “when the girl wants him to” the mom nearly fainted from shock. She then asked what time curfew was. The guide was like there is no curfew. Students are adults. And her kid said "See mom I TOld you so!’
My freshman year at a SUNY school not only did we have curfew, we had late minutes, 20 late minutes a semester. If you exceeded 20 minutes you went to house court where you were “sentenced” by having to create posters about keeping the laundry room clean. We also had to do service in the dorm. I don’ t recall how often but we did have to sort the mail into people’s mailboxes as well as act a receptionist. If a girl had a boy visit you had to call the floor phone initially and then second semester freshman year there was a phone in each room and you to call and announce there was a male visitor.
Oh yes, late minutes. At my school, if you got 15 late minutes, you couldn’t go out the next weekend.
I was so naive I didn’t realize that people could leave the dorm without signing out. Apparently that’s what everyone did.
…when your get up 'n go done got up and went…
…when there are enough wire like gray hairs sticking up on your head that you look like a Who and you don’t dare to pull them out and turn into a bald woman.
When you start losing hair where you want it and getting hair where you don’t want it.
when you find yourself obsessively tweezing stubborn little chin hairs.