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You know you are getting old when:

SteveFord

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...you go to get your hair cut, you look in the mirror and don't recognize the old duffer sitting in the chair looking back at you.
 

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...you go to get your hair cut, you look in the mirror and don't recognize the old duffer sitting in the chair looking back at you.
And the time the barber spends trimming your eyebrows, tops of your ears and if there's nobody watching, those bloody long nasal embarrassments.
 
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And the time the barber spends trimming your eyebrows, tops of your ears and if there's nobody watching, those bloody long nasal embarrassments.
The lady that cuts my hair always offers to trim my eyebrows and I always exclaim...'don't tough my eyebrows'....then I go on to explain I am growing them out so that when I go completely bald I will just comb my eyebrows straight back in new fangled comb over. She of course takes me seriously as she was not around when I think it was Henny Youngman told the joke as part of his routine.
 
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And the time the barber spends trimming your eyebrows, tops of your ears and if there's nobody watching, those bloody long nasal embarrassments.
The same woman has been cutting my hair and my wife's hair for more than 30 years now. During one appointment several years ago she decided, without asking me first, to trim my eyebrows. Now once a week it's "trim the beard, trim the brows" or they soon take on the appearance of the wild chaparral growing unimpeded along the sides of the highway. :confused:
 
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... you find next to zero appeal in the very notion of living in a converted chicken coop (as I once did) or a drafty garret up three flights of rickety stairs (ditto), or a school bus (the ’47 Dodge I once owned but never actually lived in, although a friend did, in my driveway) or aboard a boat (as I seriously considered), or in a yurt or most any other “non-traditional” housing option.

Nor do I wish to heat with a wood- or coal-fired stove. Not on a regular basis, anyway. Maybe an extended weekend up at a friend’s rustic cabin in the mountains might be enjoyable. But I wouldn’t want to live there.
 
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I had dinner with two friends last week. One, a woman in her fifties lamenting that on her last visit with her mother she looked so frail and aged. I asked her how old was her mother and she replied shaking her head...."Well, she is 75 this year after all!". My other friend and I shared a look as I am 70 and she 73.
 

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My Missus likes her creature comforts. We usually find a hotel nearby when we attend a festival. When I suggested that camping would save us quite a bit she said only if the mode of camping was on a par with a hotel. Here's what she had in mind. The old MG can go where the Smart car is.
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There’s a fairly recent form of vacation (“holiday,” as you Brits would have it) accommodations over here in the colonies called “glamping,” which is a glamorized form of camping. You might have canvas walls, but you ain’t sleeping in the ground. No, no, no. A fancy breakfast of unfamiliar “artisanal” foods will likely be served.

There are now several motel-like lodgings with vintage travel trailers serving as the individual “rooms.” Many have a central structure housing the common showers and laundry and such. I find ’em pretty darned cool. But then, I’ve had an eye on buying a vintage trailer (pre-1970, preferably even older) myself, mostly because I dig the look. The lovely missus has yet to issue an “absolutely not,” so I maintain hope I may actually procure one someday.
 

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There’s a fairly recent form of vacation (“holiday,” as you Brits would have it) accommodations over here in the colonies called “glamping,” which is a glamorized form of camping.
Glamping has long since crossed the pond. The reason that you use vacation is because the French got rather stroppy that English evolved to become America's language of choice. Vacation comes from vacances, same as pants in French is pantalon and apartment is appartement. The French & Brits had quite a set to around the period of Napoleon. Given the geography in which the battles ensued, you could say that it was really, the very first world war.

It wouldn't be until the Entente Cordiale was signed on April 8, 1904, an Anglo-French agreement that, by settling a number of controversial matters, ended antagonisms between Great Britain and France and paved the way for their diplomatic cooperation against German pressures in the decade preceding what is officially known as: World War I 1914–18.

Cordiale, there's not much of that when the two meet in any team sports. By the way, our term, "holidays" came from the religious Christian calendar of Holy Days. Sundays and special feast days were the only time that the great unwashed were allowed off from work. When the first week's leave was introduced, unpaid of course, it simply became known as extra holy days.
 
There are now several motel-like lodgings with vintage travel trailers serving as the individual “rooms.” Many have a central structure housing the common showers and laundry and such. I find ’em pretty darned cool. But then, I’ve had an eye on buying a vintage trailer (pre-1970, preferably even older) myself, mostly because I dig the look.

We've thought about this as well down here on the "farm". I came really close to buying a couple of vintage Spartan trailers (late 1940s) this past month, but decided that I'd probably never get them restored and ... well ... we just don't like having that many people around. :D
 
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We've thought about this as well down here on the "farm". I came really close to buying a couple of vintage Spartan trailers (late 1940s) this past month, but decided that I'd probably never get them restored and ... well ... we just don't like having that many people around. :D

Yeah, I know now not to let my misty eyes get bigger than my bankroll, or my gumption. I have, in decades past, bitten off more than I could chew, or, perhaps more accurately, was ultimately willing to.

Should I acquire a vintage trailer, I’ll spend more for one in need of no more than a light restoration. That’ll save me, in the long run.

A few years back I quite by accident stumbled upon a guy who was a gifted trailer restoration hobbyist. I got a taste for what all was actually involved, and knew I had neither the tools nor the skills to do anything approaching the level of work he does.
 

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