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geezerette · ‎03-16-2010

@just bee wrote:
@geezerette

I don't think it's depressing -- it's just life. Unless, of course, you think life is depressing -- which it is if you think that your destination in life is... well, the opposite.

It's like "Yay! I'm born!," then the clock starts ticking.

Interesting design. Kinda like the platypus. Someone has a bizarre sense of humor. Won't mention names.

@just bee

Well, it is gloomy and rainy here today, so I guess I’ll use that as my excuse!

just bee · ‎03-10-2010

@geezerette wrote:
@just bee wrote:
@geezerette

I don't think it's depressing -- it's just life. Unless, of course, you think life is depressing -- which it is if you think that your destination in life is... well, the opposite.

It's like "Yay! I'm born!," then the clock starts ticking.

Interesting design. Kinda like the platypus. Someone has a bizarre sense of humor. Won't mention names.
@just bee

Well, it is gloomy and rainy here today, so I guess I’ll use that as my excuse!

@geezerette

I just opened the front door and it's gloomy and rainy here, too -- and chilly! Looks like Northern California out there.

My kind of weather, so I'm in an okay mood. Can't say "good," because I just sent the Feds yesterday's paycheck and more.

But I know that I'm at that age where I have some self-imposed limitations. Fewer options. I don't want any more college degrees. I don't want that farm with goats and chickens because it sounds exhausting. I can't even manage the yard and dog hair that exists now -- how am I supposed to take care of more land and more creatures?

But I sure do feel the difference. Weeks, months and years are going by so fast that I get confused. Next year it will be 50 years since I lived in Prescott, since my dad died and since The Beatles broke up.

I wanted to get organized -- minimized -- by my 60th birthday but six months have already flown by.

Alpacalypse

Now who sounds depressing?!

~My philosophy: Dogs are God's most perfect creatures. Angels, here on Earth, who teach us to be better human beings.~

River Song · ‎03-15-2010

Retirement. Be careful what you wish for.

I finally was able to submit both of our retirement applications online to Social Security last week. Not that we wanted to, we had no choice in the matter.

DH is still too ill to go back to work (and he wants to) and I can't work because I'm taking care of him 24/7. DH's disability payments through his employer end next month and we are not independently wealthy. We live in a wealthy resort town but live in the poor part of town. We both planned to work until we were 70 in order to get the maximum benefits from SS (DH is 68, I'm 62). Hah. That isn't working out like we planned. And our savings took a hit last year with $40,000 in medical expenses and that's with insurance! His medical claims totaled $1.3 million dollars last year. It boggles the mind and scare the pants off me.

I'm coming to the conclusion that these cancer treatment centers are a racket to make money off the misery and fear of people diagnosed with cancer.

An estimated 700,000 people around the world, 400,000 of them children, have died so far due to the discontinuation of the USAID program.

just bee · ‎03-10-2010

@River Song wrote:
Retirement. Be careful what you wish for.

I finally was able to submit both of our retirement applications online to Social Security last week. Not that we wanted to, we had no choice in the matter.

DH is still too ill to go back to work (and he wants to) and I can't work because I'm taking care of him 24/7. DH's disability payments through his employer end next month and we are not independently wealthy. We live in a wealthy resort town but live in the poor part of town. We both planned to work until we were 70 in order to get the maximum benefits from SS (DH is 68, I'm 62). Hah. That isn't working out like we planned. And our savings took a hit last year with $40,000 in medical expenses and that's with insurance! His medical claims totaled $1.3 million dollars last year. It boggles the mind and scare the pants off me.

I'm coming to the conclusion that these cancer treatment centers are a racket to make money off the misery and fear of people diagnosed with cancer.

@River Song

I think we might be the last generation -- maybe some Gen Xers would qualify, too -- that were raised to do everything right.

In elementary school we sat quietly with our hands folded on our desks. We did our homework. We went to college. We got jobs and we bought homes. We paid our taxes. A lot of taxes.

We bought insurance. We saved. We said no to spontaneity and yes to practicality. We recycled.

We didn't litter. We voted -- once -- in every election.

And now we're at the point where we start suspecting that we were scammed. Sold a bill of goods.

Too early to have a beer?

~My philosophy: Dogs are God's most perfect creatures. Angels, here on Earth, who teach us to be better human beings.~

just bee · ‎03-10-2010

@geezerette started this!

~My philosophy: Dogs are God's most perfect creatures. Angels, here on Earth, who teach us to be better human beings.~

geezerette · ‎03-16-2010

@just bee wrote:
@geezerette started this!

Guilty! 🤗

just bee · ‎03-10-2010

@geezerette wrote:
@just bee wrote:
@geezerette started this!
Guilty! 🤗

See? And we're probably the last generation to feel guilt!

The sun just came out -- now I'm really depressed!

~My philosophy: Dogs are God's most perfect creatures. Angels, here on Earth, who teach us to be better human beings.~

geezerette · ‎03-16-2010

@just bee wrote:
@River Song wrote:
Retirement. Be careful what you wish for.

I finally was able to submit both of our retirement applications online to Social Security last week. Not that we wanted to, we had no choice in the matter.

DH is still too ill to go back to work (and he wants to) and I can't work because I'm taking care of him 24/7. DH's disability payments through his employer end next month and we are not independently wealthy. We live in a wealthy resort town but live in the poor part of town. We both planned to work until we were 70 in order to get the maximum benefits from SS (DH is 68, I'm 62). Hah. That isn't working out like we planned. And our savings took a hit last year with $40,000 in medical expenses and that's with insurance! His medical claims totaled $1.3 million dollars last year. It boggles the mind and scare the pants off me.

I'm coming to the conclusion that these cancer treatment centers are a racket to make money off the misery and fear of people diagnosed with cancer.
@River Song

I think we might be the last generation -- maybe some Gen Xers would qualify, too -- that were raised to do everything right.

In elementary school we sat quietly with our hands folded on our desks. We did our homework. We went to college. We got jobs and we bought homes. We paid our taxes. A lot of taxes.

We bought insurance. We saved. We said no to spontaneity and yes to practicality. We recycled.

We didn't litter. We voted -- once -- in every election.

And now we're at the point where we start suspecting that we were scammed. Sold a bill of goods.

Too early to have a beer?

That’s because we were raised by parents for whom all that was safety, security and Nirvana. At last I was. They went through the Great Depression and World War II. They craved the boredom of sameness and just having enough. They also were the few that went through times of plenty also. After the War the security of those good-paying jobs for life with humongous fringe benefits.

Growing up, who figured all that would change? I didn’t. Oh, I knew I’d get old, but I didn’t figure that once I had found a “home” and a life I loved, that it would change from underneath me. And there was nothing I could do about it.

But, come to think of it, I suppose that’s what our parents thought when all their trouble began...

Brisky · ‎12-09-2018

I just paid my taxes and that was a bummer for me. I guess we all need and and anti depression pill, now.
Guess that's life!

just bee · ‎03-10-2010

@geezerette wrote:
@just bee wrote:
@River Song wrote:
Retirement. Be careful what you wish for.

I finally was able to submit both of our retirement applications online to Social Security last week. Not that we wanted to, we had no choice in the matter.

DH is still too ill to go back to work (and he wants to) and I can't work because I'm taking care of him 24/7. DH's disability payments through his employer end next month and we are not independently wealthy. We live in a wealthy resort town but live in the poor part of town. We both planned to work until we were 70 in order to get the maximum benefits from SS (DH is 68, I'm 62). Hah. That isn't working out like we planned. And our savings took a hit last year with $40,000 in medical expenses and that's with insurance! His medical claims totaled $1.3 million dollars last year. It boggles the mind and scare the pants off me.

I'm coming to the conclusion that these cancer treatment centers are a racket to make money off the misery and fear of people diagnosed with cancer.
@River Song

I think we might be the last generation -- maybe some Gen Xers would qualify, too -- that were raised to do everything right.

In elementary school we sat quietly with our hands folded on our desks. We did our homework. We went to college. We got jobs and we bought homes. We paid our taxes. A lot of taxes.

We bought insurance. We saved. We said no to spontaneity and yes to practicality. We recycled.

We didn't litter. We voted -- once -- in every election.

And now we're at the point where we start suspecting that we were scammed. Sold a bill of goods.

Too early to have a beer?
That’s because we were raised by parents for whom all that was safety, security and Nirvana. At last I was. They went through the Great Depression and World War II. They craved the boredom of sameness and just having enough. They also were the few that went through times of plenty also. After the War the security of those good-paying jobs for life with humongous fringe benefits.

Growing up, who figured all that would change? I didn’t. Oh, I knew I’d get old, but I didn’t figure that once I had found a “home” and a life I loved, that it would change from underneath me. And there was nothing I could do about it.

But, come to think of it, I suppose that’s what our parents thought when all their trouble began...