You know you are getting old when:

[Turnip]

Ah come on, sooo good for muscles, bones and joints, you’ll feel 20 years younger, once you made it out of the tub…

 

[Zombie_61]

Ah come on, sooo good for muscles, bones and joints, you’ll feel 20 years younger, once you made it out of the tub…

Who says I'd make it out of the tub? I'd probably fall asleep, slip below the surface and drown/suffocate, and nobody would know my dead carcass was even in there until they tried to put the next old codger in. "Heeeeyyyyyy, wait a minute..."

 

[KILO NOVEMBER]

Not dead yet

 

[Zombie_61]

Not dead yet

Monty Python and the Holy Grail (1975) is one of the most historically accurate movies ever made because most of the "Pythons" were interested in and fascinated by history, so they wanted to get it "right". Except, of course, for the "using coconuts for the sound effect of horses' hooves" gag, which was done because horses were not in the budget.

 

[Trenchfriend]

Who says I'd make it out of the tub? I'd probably fall asleep, slip below the surface and drown/suffocate, and nobody would know my dead carcass was even in there until they tried to put the next old codger in. "Heeeeyyyyyy, wait a minute..."

Yeah, many middle-aged and older here in smalltown are replacing their tub with a shower cabin, as long as they live in their own rooms.

 

[ChrisB]

No need for getting used to damp earth as I will be cremated:

”Some folks I know are always worried
That when they die they will be buried,
And some I know are quite elated
Because they’re going to be cremated”

- Samuel Hoffenstein

 

[Trenchfriend]

I would prefer classic anonym "Green Field" at our cemetry.

 

[Zombie_61]

Yeah, many middle-aged and older here in smalltown are replacing their tub with a shower cabin, as long as they live in their own rooms.

Based on the late-night television commercials I've seen here in The States some older people are going with what appears to be essentially a mini-hot-tub type of bathtub with a door to make it easier for them to get in and out of it, and a seat/bench on one end so they can sit while they bathe themselves (or while a caregiver does it for them). Or they're having a shower installed with a similar seat/bench built in so they can likewise sit while they shower. So far this seems to be strictly for people who own their homes, but I don't really know.

No need for getting used to damp earth as I will be cremated:

”Some folks I know are always worried
That when they die they will be buried,
And some I know are quite elated
Because they’re going to be cremated”

- Samuel Hoffenstein

I've mentioned this before here on The Lounge, but in the past I've told anyone who might be responsible for the disposal of my dead carcass to do so in the least expensive and least problematic manner possible, just to make it easier on everyone involved. Well, due to peripheral issues in my life (no, I'm not sick or dying any time soon that I'm aware of) the arrangements for said disposal have been made. So if all goes according to plan I'll be cremated, my ashes will be placed in an urn of some kind (I'm voting for a coffee can myself), and that urn will be interred in a small but available space at Rose Hills Memorial Park & Mortuary here in southern California beneath what will surely be a smart and legible grave marker. Now all I have to do is figure out who I trust to put in charge of overseeing all of this so that it happens the way it's supposed to.

 

[GHT]

It doesn't matter how early before bedtime that I abstain from hot drinks, it doesn't matter how many times I empty my bladder before going to bed, I always wake up in the early hours needing the bathroom. But before relief comes I go through the same charade of trying to convince myself that I am ok and can get back off to sleep. My bladder is having none of it, so it's a trip to the bathroom and it's not just a dribble, it's more of a biblical flood. As I get older I'm convinced that my body has turned into a little urine factory at night.

 

[Zombie_61]

"Bedtime". For me that's a constantly moving target. I can fall asleep watching TV at 8:00 p.m., or still be awake at 2:00 or 3:00 a.m. for no reason other than I can't fall asleep.

Regardless of when I fall asleep, I can't remember the last time I slept longer than 60-90 minutes without waking up, usually for no reason but sometimes a trip to the bathroom is a necessity. And then it takes a while for me to fall asleep again, then 60-90 minutes later...lather, rinse, repeat, usually until I see daylight coming through the window blinds and decide I've had enough of not being able to stay asleep.

 

[Turnip]

…when you have a motion promptly at eight every morning but don’t wake up any earlier than nine.

 

[tonyb]

… it occurs to you that the Saturday night programming on PBS (you know, the oldies music shows) is aimed at people like you.

 

[belfastboy]

Based on the late-night television commercials I've seen here in The States some older people are going with what appears to be essentially a mini-hot-tub type of bathtub with a door to make it easier for them to get in and out of it, and a seat/bench on one end so they can sit while they bathe themselves (or while a caregiver does it for them). Or they're having a shower installed with a similar seat/bench built in so they can likewise sit while they shower. So far this seems to be strictly for people who own their homes, but I don't really know.


I've mentioned this before here on The Lounge, but in the past I've told anyone who might be responsible for the disposal of my dead carcass to do so in the least expensive and least problematic manner possible, just to make it easier on everyone involved. Well, due to peripheral issues in my life (no, I'm not sick or dying any time soon that I'm aware of) the arrangements for said disposal have been made. So if all goes according to plan I'll be cremated, my ashes will be placed in an urn of some kind (I'm voting for a coffee can myself), and that urn will be interred in a small but available space at Rose Hills Memorial Park & Mortuary here in southern California beneath what will surely be a smart and legible grave marker. Now all I have to do is figure out who I trust to put in charge of overseeing all of this so that it happens the way it's supposed to.

We vacationed in Scotland just prior to Covid. One of the B&B's had an old claw foot tub with rather high sides. The bathroom was down the hall from our room. After a nice long relaxing bath I attempted egress from the tub. The tub was super slippery and I could not gain traction with my feet so could not stand up to exit..

The sides were so very high I could not get leverage to hoist myself up. The door was closed, my wife was down the hall in the closed door bedroom so yelling was useless. There I sat in a quickly cooling tub of water, fatigued from many attempts at escape and began to horribilize my demise in this cursed tub. Realizing the more attempts I made the more futile the effort became I took a few minutes to recuperate then decided to make one last attempt at escape. I threw one leg over the side and grabbing the other side with both hands and a loud grunt I managed somehow to place my other leg over the side, push myself onto the edge of the tub and with one final push ungracefully landed on the floor with a thud.
Free at last, lord almighty free at last.

No more deep soothing baths for me.....I am traumatized by the thought! So until I can afford a walk in tub it is showers and spit baths for me.

 

[So33]

You know your getting old. When your original monthly mortgage payment is now lower than the monthly property tax!

 

[tonyb]

^^^^^^
An old gal I knew (since deceased) made that very observation a quarter century ago. She bought her house in the early 1950s and it was long paid for when we had that discussion in the late 1990s.

We were talking dollars unadjusted for inflation, which we readily acknowledged. We also noted that even when a mortgage is paid off, there remain significant expenses in keeping that roof over one’s head. The lovely missus and I figure that even when we pay off our mortgage, we’ll still be out a good G or more per month in taxes and insurance and utilities. And that’s not counting what a homeowner ought to keep in reserve to address the inevitable repair and maintenance expenses.

 

[Trenchfriend]

Is it a sign of aging, that I start to like (storebrand) potato chips in the early evening, Paprika or plain salted??

 

[LizzieMaine]

Just don't eat them in bed, or you'll never get to sleep. I crave All Bran before bed, so you're not old yet.

 

[LizzieMaine]

^^^^^^
An old gal I knew (since deceased) made that very observation a quarter century ago. She bought her house in the early 1950s and it was long paid for when we had that discussion in the late 1990s.

We were talking dollars unadjusted for inflation, which we readily acknowledged. We also noted that even when a mortgage is paid off, there remain significant expenses in keeping that roof over one’s head. The lovely missus and I figure that even when we pay off our mortgage, we’ll still be out a good G or more per month in taxes and insurance and utilities. And that’s not counting what a homeowner ought to keep in reserve to address the inevitable repair and maintenance expenses.

I've always considered "home ownership" a pleasant fiction we tell ourselves in order to lessen the pain of knowing that the bank could and would kick us out on the street at will should we ever default on the payments. I own my house, but I don't expect that I will ever "own" it. My mother bought the house I grew up in fifty-five years ago, but she still doesn't *own* it, not with the subsequent mortgages she's had to take out over the years to head off for just a little bit longer its inevitable collapse into a heap of rotted scrap. My own first mortgage won't be paid off until I'm 84 years old, and I don't expect to live that long.

 

[GHT]

You know your getting old. When your original monthly mortgage payment is now lower than the monthly property tax!

When a house that you bought 40 years ago is about the same price as a new car is today.

 

[Who?]

If we are going to pretend to be discussing age, we need to stop being coy, and stop dancing around a number.

I am 88.42 years old.