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Being Old is Time Consuming

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Being Old is Time Consuming
Have you noticed how much more time it takes to be old than it did to be young?

One of the things I've done since beginning this blog is to monitor myself as I move through years of growing old (using myself as guinea pig, if you will) because one of the few lessons I've learned that I trust is that if it is happening to me, it is happening to thousands, maybe millions of other people.

So, from the start, I have been working to find out “what it's really like to get old” - as the subtitle of the banner above says – because hardly anyone notices or if they do, hardly anyone writes about the day-to-day things that change as the high-number birthdays pile up.

It's easy to find out more than you ever wanted to know about the big-five, most common diseases of age, the ones that will either kill you or be a pain in the ass to live with. It's the little stuff that no one talks about that steals my time.

I'm not there yet but an obvious example are common errands. Ten or twenty years ago, it was a short, brisk walk to meet friends and neighbors at a local coffee shop, pick up a newspaper or retrieve the postal mail from the box at the curb. No big deal then.

Now it's a slow trek for many elders, perhaps involving a cane or walker, taking care with curbs, watching for dips or cracks in the sidewalk, stopping to rest as needed. What was once five or 10 minutes has been transmuted into half an hour now and you still need to get back home when you're done.

Not all elder time thieves are as obvious. Here are some others I've been noticing:

ITEM: A couple of weeks ago, I was spending a good part of a day preparing dinner for a friend, cooking a couple of more elaborate dishes than I bother with for myself alone.

After an hour or so, my feet felt so achy I had to sit down to rest them. Then later, it happened again. This is new – undoubtedly connected to my impending 75th birthday. If you live long enough, this stuff will happen.

ITEM: There is, of course, the standard irritation of looking around a room wondering why you walked in there. Yes, I know that happened when I was younger but be honest now, it is much more frequent in old age. More time down the drain.

ITEM: A related issue involves leaving the shopping list at home. The intention was a quick trip for a handful of items but I wind up wandering the market aisles for half an hour hoping to jog my memory.

ITEM: Not long ago, we talked about how much more frequently we drop things now. Depending on what has slipped from my fingers, it requires nothing more than bending over to retrieve it all the way up to spending half an hour cleaning a gawdawful spill.

ITEM: Right now, I am grateful to be healthy; I'm lucky to see a doctor every other year or so. Believe me, I am enjoying this while it lasts.

But even those with good health have been there when plagued with medical issues: multiple trips to one kind of doctor, then another who sends you to a third and they all have one or more test facilities to keep you busy, not to mention the pharmacy and follow-up visits usually to figure out how many more visits to different places they can devise.

It's easy to lose days, even weeks that way. Sometimes I wonder how much worse our health problems get just from the time-consuming, travel hassle the medical professionals put us through.

ITEM: How easily thoughts slip from my mind. One moment I know exactly what I need to write next in this blog post but it disappears even as my fingers are trying to move forward with it.

So I sit. Or I pace. Until the Aha! moment arrives and I can get on with it. So far, I have always recovered the thought. But the time is gone.

ITEM: That is, of course, an issue related the hole in your brain you bump into when you're explaining something to a friend and a person's name or whatever the hell that thingie you've used every day of your life is called gets lost in a tangle of neurons somewhere. Gone, as you struggle for it, never to return until it's no longer relevant.

ITEM: Although math has never interested me much beyond being able to add, subtract, multiply and divide as needed, I'm competent at those functions. But recently I'm slower when I work with numbers because I no longer trust myself with them.

I feel the need to double check more frequently, to run a list of numbers through the calculator a second time in case I mis-entered one, even though none of that has happened. Yet. Time slipping away in many kinds of repetition.

ITEM: In a related issue, I know that for awhile now I have been thinking more slowly. I can almost watch thoughts meandering through my mind, dawdling here and there apparently without direction or intention from me.

ITEM: In addition, I lose my train of thought (at whatever speed it's going) when I'm interrupted and it takes much longer now to find the thread again.

Having been studying a variety of aspects of ageing pretty much full time for 20 years now, none of this is a surprise to me. I can't run for the bus like I once did, why shouldn't my intellectual functions change to.

And I do mean “change,” not “decline” (at least for the time being) because there are other changes that are positive, useful and gratifying - even some related to slowing down - that we'll talk about another day.

What ticks me off most about all this is how much valuable time it takes to be old especially when there's not all that much of it left. And further, no one warns you this will happen. I don't know what I would have done with the information but I would like to have known before now.

No doubt you can tell that one characteristic some people attribute to old age, serenity, has not made much of an appearance in my life. Oh well.

As I seem to be asking lately, does any of this sound familiar to you? And if so, does the the loss of time bother you?

Comments

I'm with you, re all items listed plus another that is very frustrating. It's probably because I'm older than you..........79 in 2 weeks. I'm repeating myself more often so that I've begun telling friends & family to stop me if they've heard this before. And they do stop me usually in a kind way & many understand because they are doing the same thing.

The other item that I find irksome is that I cannot spell as well as I once did. Remember? That was a big thing 100 yrs. ago when many of us were in school. But I still know my geography. Wonder if that will go next. LOL. Another great blog subject, Ronni. Keep on keepin! :) Dee

I had to chuckle when you called old age "time consuming." I'd not thought of it in those terms before, but most everything you mentioned is part of my life. Guess I'm lucky I'm not doing as much these days; that leaves more time for the stuff I do do. Dee mentioned spelling; that reminds me of how much time I lose because words on my screen don't come out the way my fingers intended. Sometimes it seems like I'm having to retype and correct every other word.

I often repeat to friends that old age means that everything slows down. And I do mean everything. Even the time sitting on the "throne" takes longer and longer.

I recently complained that if I had 2 medical appointments in the same week I considered that a very busy week. Oy vey!

One item that takes so much more time for me is my morning ablutions. I now have rods in my lower spine that makes it hard to bend over and a leg that swells due to a boo-boo during back surgery. I need to wear a compression stocking on my leg and also an AFO brace due to my MS that requires a special shoe. It takes so much effort to do all of this that I am absolutely worn out after getting dressed, and the day has hardly begun!

At supermarket check outs I've become the little old lady who can't find her credit card/money/change/whatever and holds up the line while she fumbles with her wallet. Sheesh!

You are right, Ronni. Our remaining time is precious so it's frustrating to have to spend it so lavishly on simple activities of daily living. Add vision loss to the age factor and it becomes even more time consuming. When one can no longer simply hop in the car to run a errand but must plan ahead for handicap transportation and wait, wait, wait, time is squandered aplenty.

Then there are the chosen time wasters we've always indulged in such as puzzles and games. Projects get put on hold while I lose myself in a solitaire app. So, there are still some time use choices left, but they are precious currency to spend.

There was a time I could easily carry on two conversations at a time and be cognizant of two more conversations going on around me. I can still carry on two conversations at a time, but not keep track of what I want to say, and I can only eavesdrop on one other conversation while carrying on my own. My powers of observation are still excellent, though, and I'm hopeful they are maintained for a long time to come.

Tarzana, you sound like the perfect candidate for Apple Pay. Then you don't have to fumble with cash, card, or check. Check? Who pays with a check any more?

Your right that as you age certain things begin to slip away from you one by one. Some ailments you can overcome by just getting replacement knees, hearing aids, eyeglasses--but others you just have to accept. I think the challenge is in finding the things you can still do and enjoy and just forget about leaping tall buildings and reciting the Gettysburg address by heart.

Cooking! Begins with making a thorough list. Must have a good list or I'll find something missing from the recipe post shopping. My feet don't give out standing in the kitchen but my back does requiring 15 minutes or so lying flat, sitting won't do it. In my house I used a tall kitchen chair to get through extended chopping and mixing but my little condo has no room for that. Same problems with cleaning up. Still cooking fresh is a better choice for me than eating canned and packaged stuff. The same back business makes vacuuming an over long stop and start chore.

Probably the biggest time waster is how easily I get distracted from task to another whether work or fun. I'm cleaning and I see a book I put down; I start to fix breakfast and go from news to blogs to...and don't eat until 9 or 10. Start to get dressed and see something I meant to mend and end fixing seams and getting new buttons and an hour later I'm still in my pj's. No doubt the mending got put off by a phone call, endless! Oddly I still manage to show up on time to whatever and with whatever I need so something still kicks in. But some days I can't believe I had a complicated job, ran a single mom household with two sons, went back to school at 43, and got out for some fun once in awhile. Who was that woman? If you see her send her over here. :-)

First off--so relieved to see I have this much company with all this stuff!

That said, I'm really very lucky to have as much capability left as I do. My arthritis (and accompanying degenerative scoliosis) puts me with all you guys who have to take rests during standing jobs in the kitchen. (And I take the evil pain pills for the arthritis, and I have to say they do a better job of elevating my mood than antidepressants ever did, so there's that. It means I'm more likely to decide in favor of doing things than before, which is definitely good.)

The one I hate the most is that I have become MUCH more likely to interrupt people in conversation. Eeeeee! It is because while they are talking they mention something that I MUST respond to, and I know that if I wait for them to finish I will have forgotten it. God, how I hate that!

I can't get up as early as I used to. And it also just takes me longer to get going in the morning. (Does anybody else here start off the day by waking up in a really excruciating wave of, oh, hard to describe, regret, anxiety, despair, loneliness, what-have-you, and then, the MINUTE your feet touch the floor, it pretty much goes away? Inquiring minds need to know.) Once up, opening up the house blinds, going out in the back yard with the dog, getting dressed, feeding The Children©, making coffee, sorting through email, going to a few online communities I belong to, takes a surprising amount of time.

All in all, though, in many ways my life is better than it ever has been. I have a freedom I never had before I was, say, 70. That's worth a lot. (And I'll be 79 this summer, and doing well.)

The tiniest of things take longer. Like getting out of a chair. If I have been sitting for an hour or so at the computer and I stand up, I feel like an automobile that's been up on blocks in a garage for ten years. Stiff muscles, sore hips, creak, creak, creak...

And peeing. What used to gush is now a slow trickle. This is particularly annoying when I am in a public loo and I know there are others waiting outside.

And yes, all the things you listed.

Great post! As my balance is precarious, I need extra time for almost any task that involves movement. Getting older also means needing more sleep, and that leaves fewer hours in each day.

Awesome post! And comments. Surrender to the irreversible aging process! This is my mantra that helps reduce frustration, kicking myself (in a manner of speaking), not bothering, sulking, pouting at the time-consuming changes. I also aim (when I remember!) to avoid comparing now with then, old age with youth, self-care for health versus self-care for looking cute! Though busy from morning till night with a mix of have-to's and pleasures, I do less, cook more simply, pare down my possessions to what I love, use, need (includes some sentimental stuff... letters, photos, as examples), and say yes less often to every wish of mine or someone else's. I do 2-3 main things per day, whether have-to's or pleasures, and leave much space between engagements, tasks, activities. Pressure and stress are my enemies where once they were part adrenalin, triggers, yielding "highs" in the rush to accomplish, achieve, acquire, advance, etc. Bottom line: Managing the situation trumps being managed by it. Not easy till it becomes habit and a state of mind. Less freaking out, more steadiness — some age-related management trick and techniques.

Same here on the kitchen "standing" tasks; I use a bar stool that I can scoot around easily, or else I would have had to give up cooking years ago. Luckily I have a small galley kitchen, and don't want anything bigger! You can find them with swivel seats, so you can chop on one counter, and spin around to drop things into the dishpan. Saves time as I can do my pre-meal prep, and not have to lie down immediately.

I solved the "missing list" problem by keep my grocery, hardware store, walmart, doc questions, etc on the "notes" feature of my mobile phone. It's a free app; many phones include it as "OneNote" or if you have an Android - go to the Google Play Store, key in Google Keep, and download that app. It's super simple to make different lists, and then color code each one (say blue for docs, green for groceries, etc.) I leave my house without lists, (once in the summer I got to my car before I realized I was still barefoot) but NEVER leave the house without my phone. The "lists on my phone" save time, meaning less 2nd and 3rd trips for forgotten items.

All of the above is mostly true for me as well, although I think the changes have come faster since I became INvoluntarily retired at the end of 2014. The sudden drop in income was an unwelcome side effect (I'd planned on working at least another year or two). I'm basically healthy, meaning that so far I've avoided the Big Killers. However, a torn rotator cuff, for which I'm trying to avoid surgery, and the reappearance of old back problems (3 surgeries in my 20s) have slowed me down some and affect quality of life, for sure. Like Celia and others, I wonder where the active, competent, non-stop person I used to be has gone--especially over the past two years. My husband (86) is much more philosophical, but at 79, I am SO not enchanted with this Old Age thing!

Well this brought on a few chuckles to brighten the day. I found myself in every "item" and continually add more "thingies' to the ever increasing flotsam and jetsam in my head. "Oh well" and "Ah, well" are more frequent responses to many life situations but I haven't quite reached the "Aw, who cares" attitude...yet.

Great article and comments. Ronni, I believe if anyone wanted to write a thesis on aging they would do well to follow your blog.

Kate ~ I can relate to that excruciating anxiety, sense of impending doom upon awakening; but you are right it disappears into the daily tasks.. I have had that for years upon awakening so I don't think it is any kind of signal or symptom of anything. The feeling is comforted by the fact that I know from experience that it is short-lived and will disappear shortly.
Ronni ~ I can also relate to the achy feet if I am on them a lot. Also, if I sit for a long time and arise...have to take a while to get going..I have always moved like I am on speed so to have to slow down to normal is an imposition. However, I have learned, via a few spectacular cartwheel-type falls, that slowing down is a necessity these days. It is nice to know that we are all normal for "our age"....

To Kate--this is the first time my own problem has been mentioned--waking up with that feeling you describe--anxiety, loneliness, etc. And needing more sleep.
I thought I was just being lazy. My mood lifts pretty much with my first cup of coffee, but that first miasma. . .Morning appointments or events are out Part of it is that I've always been an "owl" rather than a "lark," but I too am amazed at all I used to do. Admittedly, some mornings I woke up looking forward to bed time that night, but still--

What would I do without all you folks! I'd continue berating myself f0r not being all I used to. Good grief.

From Kate's comment: >>a really excruciating wave of, oh, hard to describe, regret, anxiety, despair, loneliness, what-have-you, - <<

Not in the morning, but in the evening, as the sun sets, I get those feelings of regret and anxiety. Another day GONE. Did I accomplish all I should have? Will I get another chance?

I have had to wear orthotics and good supportive walking shoes ever since I had a double bunionectomy 23 years ago so that solves the sore feet, back problems....also standing while cooking is manageable. As long as I have good cushions in my shoes I can walk and never suffer sore feet, or joint pain.

I am now 76 y.o. and what really bothers me is my arthritis which causes me to get up slowly and creep my first few steps while I stretch out my knees, legs, and hips. It's vanity I know as I resent looking like a bent over little old lady....ha! I do like my grey hair, and I just returned from 5 days in Kauai with my 49 y.o. daughter where we had a good time hiking everyday.

Thank heavens for internet shopping. Otherwise I would be sitting here with no TV, a half a tube of toothpaste, worn clothes and socks with holes in them. Just finding a way to get to a store or to attend to the simplest errands is nearly impossible these days. All my time is taken up planning my trips a week in advance.

Diana Athill's memoir, Somewhere Towards the End, mentioned her friend's sore feet which was due to a thinning of the fat pads on the bottom of the feet, which occurs with aging. Medical internet sites agree. Added cushioning (e.g. gel pads) can help some.

My time to get the blues of regret, worry, anxiety has been an hour or 2 after first reading for a time, turning out the light and going to sleep.

I had to change my going to sleep time. I had a routine of going to bed by 10:30. I now stay up until midnight (sometimes dozing off for a few minutes here and there) still read a bit after getting in bed and most often now when the light goes out, so do I. I very seldom wake until around 4 for a bathroom run--then back to bed and sleep for 3 sometimes 4 hours. I arise rested now, rather than groggy.

It is my upper back that hurts/burns after food preparation for cooking. I have degenerative disks and a bit of scoliosis but do not have any treatment beyond a couple tylenol at bedtime.

At 75, I have begun to realize that there is no place to which I need to hurry. If I have an early appt. I get up earlier and move at my new snail pace as usual.

I think I started a bit of a grunt when sitting down and getting up from my rocker, last year. Why that is I am not sure--I can't tell that it gives me more energy to sit or stand, and I have noticed I don't necessarily feel any pain.

I suppose I am weary at times, though my activities are so few, one has to wonder. Yes, there is the theory that lethargy begets lethargy. But, I am learning to not put that on myself. We each deserve to be gentle with ourselves. Tomorrow is another day, or it isn't. What gets done, gets done and what doesn't....

An irritated bronchial tube (just one side) kicks in with a vengeance the minute I lie down to sleep. I get a guaranteed 20 minutes of fighting-not-to-cough -- and sometimes failing, which makes it worse. So I find myself putting off going to bed, every bit as irrationally as any five year old. What annoys me is that I know this is stupid. I will have to go through it, there's no getting away from it, it won't last forever, I will eventually thread my way through to drowsiness and get to sleep.

All the same, my mind keeps noticing little things that just have to be done. And then this one more thing. And, my goodness, my friend who lives on the other side of the world is green in gchat. I should say Hello, shouldn't I? Really I should, we haven't talked for a while! There are some webcomics that might have updated. Oh, and there's this writing project. Wait, why don't I make a list of my Uncompleted Projects...

It isn't all bad. The wee small hours are often my most productive time. But I do miss being able to like going to bed!

I'm able to relate to what's been written here today. It's so reassuring to know I'm not alone.

I was happy to donate and thank you for sharing your very wise words all these years.

I've written before about the duality I feel--being old myself plus being the caregiver of my elderly self. That second role becomes more time consuming and irritating as I age. I have to think hard to ensure that I put the right pills in the right compartment. Keeping up with appointments becomes a more complicated clerical task involving two or even three calendars plus reminder cards stuck on places like the coffeemaker. Walking into a room and forgetting my reason for being there is one thing. Now I find myself forgetting what I intended to do when I turn from the sink to the refrigerator across the room. Anyway, I have nearly given up fixing "her" meals, since she appreciates nothing and my feet hurt just thinking about kitchen chores. Incidentally, that fat pad on the bottom of the feet theory resonates with me as my feet and my hands are the only skinny parts of my body.

The one thing reported here that I don't share is the waking anxiety or sense of doom. In fact, it's the contrary for me. I will wake from one of my recurring dreams of living situations in which the toilets all overflow, there are numerous people in numerous beds, the doors won't lock and my bed is in a room that has a floor of grass and dirt. As I slowly come out of the dream and recognize the reality of my comfortable bedroom, I have a sense of profound relief and happiness.

Kate, I see several people feel like you with morning anxiety, so I'll add my voice as well. It happens every morning. I feel loneliness (widow for 3 years), a sense of here we go again...another day and definately anxiety, not so much about growing old but growing old alone. Then I'm up, turn on CBS and have my coffee and it all dissipates in minutes. I've also become a lot more philosophical as I've aged and I ponder life more.

The time involved and related aches are ditto-ed here as well!

Now, for Ronnie, a Question re: Donation:

Usually when i go to Paypal, the recipient of the payment is already shown...when i click on donation from this site, all I see is my link to Paypal is opening up.

To what email address should the donation be made? (Sorry if i missed this in a previous posting.)

By seeing the answer here, maybe it'll help another potential donor, too. Thank you!!!

Kate obviously hit a nerve. Thank you to all who mentioned sharing this troubling awakening to gloom and doom sensation. It's just recently started with me and I'm grateful to know others experience this as well. My feelings focus on dread of blindness and loss of independence. But, like the rest, I perk up with my morning routine and it's gone.

Incidentally, happy 80th birthday to me Feb. 12.! I like it when commenters mention their age.

Now on to Interesting Stuff ....

I was knocked ass-over-teacups for a couple of months, and am slowly returning to being able to stand for a half hour to cook, having fingers that don't cramp when I hold a tool for over 3 hours (I make clay sculptures), and walk a few blocks very slowly from where I park. I am determined to recover my motor skills which I lost while bed-ridden.
I also hate the sudden doom feeling upon waking, and often fall back asleep to avoid it. It does go away when I see my surroundings have something really great that perks me up, and I feel grateful for another day.
I do walk more slowly and especially have learned that a turn around in direction requires several steps rather than a pivot on the ball of one foot.
I'm less patient with sudden loud noises, and find myself responding with a whole body reaction.
Thanks for all everyone has shared here. It does sound like we have different flavors of aging, with some similarities!

Ronnie, thank you for your openness and honesty about aging. I am a baby boomer, approaching 60, who cared for my mom through the last years of her life which were plagued by Alzheimer's Disease. Your article, and the generous, thoughtful posts from your tribe, have helped me to see my dad's life through a slightly different lens. He's 88 and lives in a retirement community. He still drives to church several days a week and occasionally golfs or goes to dinner with friends. I see him about once a month, when I bring him his pocket money. Dad's personality can be summed-up as "sunny". He's an extrovert with strong powers of observation and a good sense of humor...although often too sarcastic or mean for my taste...others find him entertaining. (I chalk it up to a generational thing.) Still, even my dad has very dark times. Since about a year after my mom died, he's been taking an anti-depressant, and it makes a world of difference. Last month, he ran out of them without telling me. When I saw him, about a week later, he was weepy and disheveled (he's typically peppy & dapper). Shifting into emergency mode, we remedied the situation with urgency.

Mostly, the reason I'm posting, is to acknowledge Kate for introducing an intimate part of her day that gives her some distress. I don't pretend to know what unresolved regrets, disappointments or fears anyone else is dealing with, so this is not meant as advice for you, Kate. I think it's generous to open a sensitive topic so that others (and Kate, hopefully) know they are not alone. But, it brings to my mind something often overlooked and under-stated in the cultural conversation about aging.

Depression is a much under-diagnosed and prevalent malady, in general, regardless of age. It bears noting that except for teenagers, men age 80 and over hold the highest statistic of suicide. Aging, and the challenges it brings - whether they be physical, mental or emotional - is something we, as a culture, are just beginning to discuss, openly. I would argue that there exists a kind of shame or taboo where depression is concerned. It's a mysterious malady that can come without announcement and without having experienced a recent trauma. The stress of aging is real, the experience of loss is real, and we all have wildly different ways and abilities for coping with that. It's much easier for some, than for others, and that's NORMAL.

My plea is that everyone asks their primary care physician to screen them for depression annually (any good doc is already doing this - or should be). If you experience persistent, or regularly recurring episodes or overpowering feelings of helplessness, despair, loneliness, fear, anxiety, sleeplessness, loss of appetite or overeating, then please, consult a physician who is sensitive to the signs and symptoms of depression.

With love, Margie.

Boy, you stirred everyone up. :)
I had a friend who did medical appointments only on Thursdays. Me? I don't do any appointments on either Wednesdays or Fridays. My biggest irk this week is the med that works has been discontinued as a prescription and is now sold only over the counter. At a very inflated cost, I may add. Grrrrr......

Yes, yes, and yes. I moved from Florida to a housing for the elderly place last week and it's taking what feels like forever to get settled. Putting up shelves used to be a piece o' cake; now my son-in-law does it, bless him. But it annoys me to have to sit down so often.

I guess if there's any comfort to all this, it's that all of us have a lot of company.

Although I am ten years younger than you, Ronni, my life has slowed down considerably and I am grateful for it. I ran around like a crazy person for most of my adult life. I think that it may have been a reaction to discovering, in my early 20's, that if I had nothing to do, I would feel depressed. So I had a tendency to fill up every corner of my life with some activity. A few years ago, I lost my husband. I was fortunate (in so many ways which I won't go into here except with the one story) in that the day that my husband was buried, as I walked through the door of our house, I realized that if I stayed in the house that evening, every time I would walk into the house, the loss of my husband would be the primary emphasis. So instead, I turned around and went to a friend's house, filled with many people and spent the night there.
Within the same year, however, "our family" (two cats) both also died. I spent the following 20 months adjusting to doing everything myself, visiting family and friends and working at trying to re-enter the work force that I had been part of (all my contacts would surely pan out, no?). But the market place had changed. Yes, many of my colleagues were still in the field, but many 30 somethings had come into place. It became clear that the only way I could get back into the field was if I started my own business and, I did not have the energy required to do that. I confronted the reality that I was now a "widow" of a certain age with all the tags that our society places on that word. I was not ready to die a slow death and so I shook the blanket even more, sold our home and moved from the East Coast to the West Coast. Now "they" say that the five most stressful things a person can experience in life is 1) getting married; 2) starting a new job; 3) losing a spouse; 4) moving; and, 5) losing a job. I have experienced the last three and that may be why I do not have the same energy I once had or maybe, since we all age at different rates, I have slowed down. And yes, there is no question that it takes me a lot longer to get things done and yes, the memory lapses are there and yes, the scariest, my mind does not seem to do what I think I am doing (Ronni, in one of your posts you asked how many people experience this phenomena of substituting words without realizing it. The other day, I was having an "argument" with a friend about the cost of car insurance. He kept insisting that I had my amount wrong because he was only paying..... What he was saying made no sense since I had done my homework and knew that my rates were lower than the other rates being offered out there. I decided to call my insurance company and find out if I was paying this seemingly outrageous amount every month or every quarter. My insurance company informed me what I was paying per month [it is outrageous, but less outrageous than the other amounts out there] and I went back to my friend and said, "This IS what I pay per month" and he replied, "yes, but you were saying that this was what you were paying per week." Now either HE had the problem or I had the problem. Hard for me to believe that I would have said per week since I was looking at my MONTHLY statement, but I can't guarantee that the word coming out of my month was week and not month.
All that being said, I think one of the perks of getting older is not needing to run around like a crazy person. I have a lot of studying to do and until my eyes give out, I still can do that. I try to exercise four days a week, do some socializing and hopefully, as I get more settled, start adding some volunteer work. Otherwise, just working on simplifying my life.
Regards,

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