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Feeling Old
#1
It has just been that kind of day.

I saw two friends that I had not seen since the beginning of the lock downs. It was wonderful to see them and I did not realized just how much I missed them until I saw them again. Time flies so fast.

It seems the last of summer is bringing folks from out of the woodwork. I am heading off soon to a family/friend gathering. We are celebrating the newly weds coming home for a visit. They have been gone about a year, and it is their first time coming back home.

All sounds good, right? Well this is the 5th festive gathering I have had this month. Again, good, right?

Well, the only reason I get invited to all these affairs, is because I am active in the community. Both my Mother and myself have been feeding the community for so long, that our little angels and trouble makers, are now grown up. They are getting married, having babies, graduating, and for some reason they like having the two old broads there to celebrate with them.

Yes, I do feel honored, but looking around at all those not so little kids anymore, sure as heck, makes me feel old.


Time really does seem to have sped up.

For every one person that read this post. About 7.99 billion have not. 

Yet I still post.  tinyinlove
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#2
What an amazing evening. The whole community showed up to welcome the kids home. The food was plentiful and very, very good.

I got to see many of the children I watched grow up, together again, and I got to see a large number of the new group of young folk that will be taking over. I already have a good idea who the troublemakers are going to be, and who will be the angels with dirty faces.

The one thing that I noticed is that a lot of young people are willing to "help". They are willing to pitch in, but they have no desire to take responsibility for anything. I have tried on numerous occasions to pass the baton, but none of them are willing to take the lead role.

I am working with them, and teaching them, hoping that one day, they will feel confident enough to step up to the plate. I am too old to keep this ball rolling.

For every one person that read this post. About 7.99 billion have not. 

Yet I still post.  tinyinlove
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#3
I know what you mean on time flies by. Last month a niece came to visit and the last time I seen her was holding her in my arms. She's now married and has a kid, which I thought her daughter was who I held years ago, and then she (my niece) walks in the door and my mind went kaboom.



Schumann Resonance And The Time Speeding Up Phenomenon
Quote:Time is actually speeding up (or collapsing). For thousands of years the Schumann Resonance or pulse (heartbeat) of Earth has been 7.83 cycles per second, The military have used this as a very reliable reference. However, since 1980 this resonance has been slowly rising. Some scientists believe that it is rising faster than we can measure seeing as it is constantly rising while measuring.
...
It is due to this increasing pulse rate that we feel as though time is speeding up. Why do we “feel” as though time is moving faster than it used to be? The reason is what we once perceived to be a period of 24 hours now feels like only 16 hours. Our clocks still move in seconds, minutes and hours and still click over a full day in 24 hours but due to the earths increased heartbeat, we perceive it to be only two thirds as long or a perception period of merely 16 hours.
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"Our society is run by insane people for insane objectives. I think we're being run by maniacs for maniacal ends and I think I'm liable to be put away as insane for expressing that." ― John Lennon

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#4
Time is merely the passage of experience/life.
As a 1 year-old...an entire lifetime = 1 year.
As a 5 year-old, 1 year = 20% of a lifetime.
As a 20 year-old, 1 year = 5% of a lifetime.
...and, so on...

At 60...what was 1 minute as a newborn now feels like (literally) 1 second.

Why?

Because each passing Moment adds one more Moment's experience to our catalog/s of memories.

Without a good database & database management system those many experiences, memories & facts start falling out of their Hollywood Squares...and trying to re-situate themselves as before (but often fail)...

So I am in the process of developing a new internal database application for those with the winds of time going through their remaining hairs at whiplash speed...and will kindly take your pre-orders, should you be so inclined.

Sounds like you had a good time, NSB4D...


"Good judgment comes from experience...
Experience...? Well, that comes from poor judgment."
~ Dean Martin ~




#5
(08-29-2022, 05:30 AM)Minstrel Wrote: Because each passing Moment adds one more Moment's experience to our catalog/s of memories.

Feels like I've lost more memory than I have time left to make up for.

These days I feel more like I'm doing-to-do, rather than 'doing to make memories'.

I try and tell people I care for to, "Go make some good memories." whenever we part company.

Great reply!!

Cheers,
Snarl
#6
Oddly enough, I caught a glimpse of my age yesterday when I climbed my ladders to lop off some branches
of a tree hanging over from a neighbour's property. I understand that it is fairly-regularly-used trope about boys
climbing trees, but up there among the Rowan berry-heavy branches, I recalled the days when the need to use
ladders would of been out of the question for two reasons.

First, for a youngster of any age, access to a set of three-tiered aluminium ladders was something beyond fair reason.
The cost for such a seldom-used equipment was way-out of the spending range of the people I knew and I honestly
cannot recall ever seeing that kind of apparatus unless by a steeplejack.

Secondly -and more important, trees were for climbing and for a boy to need ladders in order to scale a tree would
be the equivalent of wearing a safety-helmet for riding a bicycle. Danger was the candy that enticed and brought
great riches through experience and social-standing among one's peers. A trait that now is frowned upon due to
the constant mollycoddling by an overbearing nanny-state paradigm.

I can appreciate that bones are slow to mend as time ravages the body and one's responsibilities are greater as
one matures, but there's something about the air up there among the leaves, a tingle of defying death that for a
for an old man recalling his youth and the notion of immortality, well it's a feeling I haven't felt in a long time and
a friend I've missed.
tinywondering
Edith Head Gives Good Wardrobe. 
#7
(08-29-2022, 08:37 AM)BIAD Wrote: Oddly enough, I caught a glimpse of my age yesterday when I climbed my ladders to lop off some branches
of a tree hanging over from a neighbour's property. I understand that it is fairly-regularly-used trope about boys
climbing trees, but up there among the Rowan berry-heavy branches, I recalled the days when the need to use
ladders would of been out of the question for two reasons.

First, for a youngster of any age, access to a set of three-tiered aluminium ladders was something beyond fair reason.
The cost for such a seldom-used equipment was way-out of the spending range of the people I knew and I honestly
cannot recall ever seeing that kind of apparatus unless by a steeplejack.

Secondly -and more important, trees were for climbing and for a boy to need ladders in order to scale a tree would
be the equivalent of wearing a safety-helmet for riding a bicycle. Danger was the candy that enticed and brought
great riches through experience and social-standing among one's peers. A trait that now is frowned upon due to
the constant mollycoddling by an overbearing nanny-state paradigm.

I can appreciate that bones are slow to mend as time ravages the body and one's responsibilities are greater as
one matures, but there's something about the air up there among the leaves, a tingle of defying death that for a
for an old man recalling his youth and the notion of immortality, well it's a feeling I haven't felt in a long time and
a friend I've missed.
tinywondering

Assuming you survived the outing on your 3-tiered stairway to heaven ( minusculebeercheers ), in retrospect, can you see your younger self lugging and maneuvering that aluminum contraption around, with all the appropriate concerns for safety (et al) to get the same job done?

That might have seemed a hill-too-tall for my younger self...

Glad you enjoyed the breeze/s...

I was a chimney sweep for a short time as a younger adult...and have many experiences from those times that, when considered, make me feel like I had the makings of a super hero.
... minusculeninja ... (maybe I was)


"Good judgment comes from experience...
Experience...? Well, that comes from poor judgment."
~ Dean Martin ~




#8
(08-29-2022, 01:40 PM)Minstrel Wrote: That might have seemed a hill-too-tall for my younger self...

Glad you enjoyed the breeze/s...

I was a chimney sweep for a short time as a younger adult...and have many experiences from those times that, when considered, make me feel like I had the makings of a super hero.
... minusculeninja ... (maybe I was)

Often I look at the younger ones of today and realize they will be ever truly understand the life of my youth. Which is why it is s so difficult at times, to make sense of the youth of today.

I laughed out loud when I overheard a Mother giving her child a warning about staying safe, and to stop sticking the fire poker into the wood pile that was two seconds away from falling down on him.

Of course his response was, "I am not going to get hurt!" "Do you think I am stupid or something?" The same response young people have been giving, generations, after generation.

And of course the fire poker just materialized in his hands, and he had no clue where it came from.

So much remains unchanged, and so much is so different that it is almost other worldly.

And life goes on.

For every one person that read this post. About 7.99 billion have not. 

Yet I still post.  tinyinlove
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#9
(08-29-2022, 01:40 PM)Minstrel Wrote: Assuming you survived the outing on your 3-tiered stairway to heaven ( minusculebeercheers ), in retrospect, can you see your younger self
lugging and maneuvering that aluminum contraption around, with all the appropriate concerns for safety (et al) to get the same
job done?

I arrived back on terra firma safely and with minimum interaction with the tree's manitou. (It tried to grab my baseball hat!)

Humping those ladders around may well be in my blood as my father was a roofer when he was a young man! But I guess the
smart thing would be to hire one of those telescopic chainsaw pruners!
tinybiggrin
Edith Head Gives Good Wardrobe. 
#10
(08-29-2022, 02:49 PM)BIAD Wrote:
(08-29-2022, 01:40 PM)Minstrel Wrote: Assuming you survived the outing on your 3-tiered stairway to heaven ( minusculebeercheers ), in retrospect, can you see your younger self
lugging and maneuvering that aluminum contraption around, with all the appropriate concerns for safety (et al) to get the same
job done?

I arrived back on terra firma safely and with minimum interaction with the tree's manitou. (It tried to grab my baseball hat!)

Humping those ladders around may well be in my blood as my father was a roofer when he was a young man! But I guess the
smart thing would be to hire one of those telescopic chainsaw pruners!
tinybiggrin

Looking into getting a new one since the one I have is not working, but it is 20 years old. So I am not mad at it.

For every one person that read this post. About 7.99 billion have not. 

Yet I still post.  tinyinlove
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#11
And the beat goes on. I was invited to a "Long Time No See" luncheon on Tuesday this week, and just invited to a missed birthday luncheon on Thursday.

Keep in mind folks, that at all of these affairs, I am the oldest, and 20 to 30 years older than the next oldest of the groups.

If I ever slow down, I will likely never start up again.

For every one person that read this post. About 7.99 billion have not. 

Yet I still post.  tinyinlove
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#12
(08-29-2022, 03:15 PM)NightskyeB4Dawn Wrote: And the beat goes on. I was invited to a "Long Time No See" luncheon on Tuesday this week, and just invited to a missed birthday luncheon on Thursday.

Keep in mind folks, that at all of these affairs, I am the oldest, and 20 to 30 years older than the next oldest of the groups.

If I ever slow down, I will likely never start up again.

I pictured Mother Abigail in a rocking chair on a wood porch...with no fencing.
Live & learn.

To your last line - it takes great will and determination (or, the finest incentive) to re-start.

Did you happen to see the Clint Eastwood movie (within the last decade or so), where his floral business died...and he succumbed to the beckoning's of others to become a mule for some unsavory drug smugglers?

Don't really know why that came to mind... Probably a misaligned Hollywood Square... tinywondering


"Good judgment comes from experience...
Experience...? Well, that comes from poor judgment."
~ Dean Martin ~




#13
(08-29-2022, 05:22 PM)Minstrel Wrote:
(08-29-2022, 03:15 PM)NightskyeB4Dawn Wrote: Keep in mind folks, that at all of these affairs, I am the oldest, and 20 to 30 years older than the next oldest of the groups.

I pictured Mother Abigail in a rocking chair on a wood porch...with no fencing.

I feel like the proverbial young whipper-per-per-shnapper around here.
#14
(08-29-2022, 05:22 PM)Minstrel Wrote:
(08-29-2022, 03:15 PM)NightskyeB4Dawn Wrote: And the beat goes on. I was invited to a "Long Time No See" luncheon on Tuesday this week, and just invited to a missed birthday luncheon on Thursday.

Keep in mind folks, that at all of these affairs, I am the oldest, and 20 to 30 years older than the next oldest of the groups.

If I ever slow down, I will likely never start up again.

I pictured Mother Abigail in a rocking chair on a wood porch...with no fencing.
Live & learn.

To your last line - it takes great will and determination (or, the finest incentive) to re-start.

Did you happen to see the Clint Eastwood movie (within the last decade or so), where his floral business died...and he succumbed to the beckoning's of others to become a mule for some unsavory drug smugglers?

Don't really know why that came to mind... Probably a misaligned Hollywood Square... tinywondering

I am called a lot of things.

The Coffee Lady.
The Snack Lady.
Auntie.
Sister.
The Go To Lady.
The IT Lady.
The Crazy Lady.

I am very blessed to be still very active, and I have learned to not let aches, pains, stiffness, or even fatigue, get the best of me. Pain has become so normal to me, that if I am lucky to have a few moments without it, it seems totally abnormal. I can still carry a 50 pound bag of dog food in one arm and 5 or 6 bags of groceries in the other.

I had to show my ID to a police officer last Friday night, because when I was going through the chain of custody and transferring evidence, he asked me my date of birth, and he thought I was joking him when I told him. He did not believe me, so I had to prove it to him. To be honest, a lot of those younger folk don't know how really old I truly am.   tinycool

For every one person that read this post. About 7.99 billion have not. 

Yet I still post.  tinyinlove
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#15
(08-28-2022, 08:01 PM)NightskyeB4Dawn Wrote: It has just been that kind of day.

I saw two friends that I had not seen since the beginning of the lock downs. It was wonderful to see them and I did not realized just how much I missed them until I saw them again. Time flies so fast.

It seems the last of summer is bringing folks from out of the woodwork. I am heading off soon to a family/friend gathering. We are celebrating the newly weds coming home for a visit. They have been gone about a year, and it is their first time coming back home.

All sounds good, right? Well this is the 5th festive gathering I have had this month. Again, good, right?

Well, the only reason I get invited to all these affairs, is because I am active in the community. Both my Mother and myself have been feeding the community for so long, that our little angels and trouble makers, are now grown up. They are getting married, having babies, graduating, and for some reason they like having the two old broads there to celebrate with them.

Yes, I do feel honored, but looking around at all those not so little kids anymore, sure as heck, makes me feel old.


Time really does seem to have sped up.


You're right, time definitely passes differently from when I was in my teens and 20s.  Now I'm 36, my daughter is starting 3rd grade, and I don't know how I got here so fast.  The days feel long, but the years have flown by.
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#16
(08-30-2022, 01:04 AM)Schmoe1 Wrote:
(08-28-2022, 08:01 PM)NightskyeB4Dawn Wrote: It has just been that kind of day.

I saw two friends that I had not seen since the beginning of the lock downs. It was wonderful to see them and I did not realized just how much I missed them until I saw them again. Time flies so fast.

It seems the last of summer is bringing folks from out of the woodwork. I am heading off soon to a family/friend gathering. We are celebrating the newly weds coming home for a visit. They have been gone about a year, and it is their first time coming back home.

All sounds good, right? Well this is the 5th festive gathering I have had this month. Again, good, right?

Well, the only reason I get invited to all these affairs, is because I am active in the community. Both my Mother and myself have been feeding the community for so long, that our little angels and trouble makers, are now grown up. They are getting married, having babies, graduating, and for some reason they like having the two old broads there to celebrate with them.

Yes, I do feel honored, but looking around at all those not so little kids anymore, sure as heck, makes me feel old.


Time really does seem to have sped up.


You're right, time definitely passes differently from when I was in my teens and 20s.  Now I'm 36, my daughter is starting 3rd grade, and I don't know how I got here so fast.  The days feel long, but the years have flown by.

Wow, that last part just really got me thinking.  36 and your daughter starting 3rd grade... I'm 63 and my son just started 3rd grade also.  Haha, my youngest son of 5 kids.  My oldest is 42 and I have 5 grandkids also.  Man, life is flying by for me right now.
#17
(08-29-2022, 08:37 AM)BIAD Wrote: Oddly enough, I caught a glimpse of my age yesterday when I climbed my ladders to lop off some branches
of a tree hanging over from a neighbour's property. I understand that it is fairly-regularly-used trope about boys
climbing trees, but up there among the Rowan berry-heavy branches, I recalled the days when the need to use
ladders would of been out of the question for two reasons.

First, for a youngster of any age, access to a set of three-tiered aluminium ladders was something beyond fair reason.
The cost for such a seldom-used equipment was way-out of the spending range of the people I knew and I honestly
cannot recall ever seeing that kind of apparatus unless by a steeplejack.

Secondly -and more important, trees were for climbing and for a boy to need ladders in order to scale a tree would
be the equivalent of wearing a safety-helmet for riding a bicycle. Danger was the candy that enticed and brought
great riches through experience and social-standing among one's peers. A trait that now is frowned upon due to
the constant mollycoddling by an overbearing nanny-state paradigm.

I can appreciate that bones are slow to mend as time ravages the body and one's responsibilities are greater as
one matures, but there's something about the air up there among the leaves, a tingle of defying death that for a
for an old man recalling his youth and the notion of immortality, well it's a feeling I haven't felt in a long time and
a friend I've missed.
tinywondering

We have the same friend. 

If I had a ladder as a youngster, I would have used it to simply climb higher. When I got to the top of the ladder, I would jump on a limb, drag the ladder up, and keep going. 

I was not too bright. Then the Army gave me the opportunity to jump out of airplanes from really far up and repel off of cliffs and helicopters. Of course my inner moron was ecstatic. Every time I did it, I could hear him giggling with joy inside of me. Meanwhile, I wondered where all my marbles went. 

But, we're still here. Me and the moron.
#18
(08-30-2022, 10:25 PM)ABNARTY Wrote: We have the same friend. 

If I had a ladder as a youngster, I would have used it to simply climb higher. When I got to the top of the ladder, I would jump on a limb, drag the ladder up, and keep going. 

I was not too bright. Then the Army gave me the opportunity to jump out of airplanes from really far up and repel off of cliffs and helicopters. Of course my inner moron was ecstatic. Every time I did it, I could hear him giggling with joy inside of me. Meanwhile, I wondered where all my marbles went. 

But, we're still here. Me and the moron.

That's cool!
Do you happen to know 'Irene'?
I happened to enjoy that movie...
minusculeguzzlingbeer 
(though I would have to choose something other than beer to guzzle)


"Good judgment comes from experience...
Experience...? Well, that comes from poor judgment."
~ Dean Martin ~




#19
(08-30-2022, 03:23 AM)wtbengineer Wrote:
(08-30-2022, 01:04 AM)Schmoe1 Wrote:
(08-28-2022, 08:01 PM)NightskyeB4Dawn Wrote: looking around at all those not so little kids anymore, sure as heck, makes me feel old.


Now I'm 36, my daughter is starting 3rd grade

I'm 63 and my son just started 3rd grade also.

minusculehail
#20
(08-30-2022, 10:25 PM)ABNARTY Wrote: Then the Army gave me the opportunity to jump out of airplanes from really far up and repel off of cliffs and helicopters. Of course my inner moron was ecstatic. Every time I did it, I could hear him giggling with joy inside of me. Meanwhile, I wondered where all my marbles went. 

But, we're still here. Me and the moron.

You are so lucky the moron is the one on the inside.  minusculebiggrin

I got suckered into jumping out of a plane by the outside moron. The inside guy with the rational approach lived in fear for days and won out after that first act of crazy was over,

So glad my moron has aged/matured well.

Cheers,
Snarl


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