Media Continue to Malign Elders
Medicare Part D - Not So Easy After All

Silver Threads - 4/16/06

Just in time for Easter, Fran has posted The 23rd Qualm - no disrespect intended. It begins:

George Bush is my shepherd; I dwell in want.
He maketh logs to be cut in national forests…

You can read the rest of it at Fran’s blog, Sacred Ordinary.

Ever wonder how the federal government is spending the dollars you’ll be sending it tomorrow? Type in the amount of your tax bill at tompaine.com for a great pie chart showing exactly where it all goes.

One of the Honorary ElderBloggers listed down their on the right sidebar is Rana of Notes From an Eclectic Mind. Besides being eclectic, Rana is a one of the best storytellers on the Web and this week she relates the true tale of a wrong number gone completely haywire. A great laugh coupled with some excellent advice for handling those pesky wrong number calls.

A housekeeping note: The conversation got a little testy this past week on my post about whether President Bush, in planning for the possible use of nuclear weapons against Iran, is in his right mind. In the two years of TGB’s existence, disagreements have never before turned personally snide and snarky. Crabby Old Lady asked me to remind everyone to please keep it that way in the future.

There’s Always Something is new this week to the ElderBlogger list. Check out this essay about the hows and whys of choosing an assisted living facility before you need one. Good advice.

A lot of elders aren’t interested in retirement. But it’s one thing if your employment involves tapping computer keys, quite another if you’re crawling around people’s dark, dank cellars at odd hours. Frank Paynter of listics recently required the services of his 74-year-old “pump guy”: “Leo gets up between 4:30 and 5:00 every morning and he’s at his shop by 6AM,” writes Frank. “He says he starts to get tired toward the late afternoon, but then he goes home for supper and gets his second wind.” I get tired in the late afternoon, too, but there’s never a second wind. Maybe that doesn’t happen until you get to be 74.

My corner deli sells Mary Janes for TEN CENTS apiece. Miniature Tootsie Rolls go for 15 cents each. So it’s a delight to read Bob Brady’s reminiscence at The Blog Brothers blog of The Empress of Penny Candy from his post-World War II childhood in Albany, New York.

Ageism is so acceptable that age is often used, when no other failing is apparent, as the ultimate putdown. Case in point: Seems Wonkette was carrying on the other day about Stanley Fish (gadfly law professor at just about every top-ten college at one time or another) starting a blog. Wonkette didn’t think much of his effort promoting Hillary Clinton for president prompting commenter “Chris” to post:

“Another step in the geezerfication of the blogosphere…Once the old folks crowd in on the latest fad, it becomes terribly uncool... and now with Stanley Fish, George 'I didn't blog' Clooney, and, sigh, Ariana Huffington, I hereby declare the blog-o-sphere dead. Or at least lame.”

Fish is 68 years old. Huffington is 56 and Clooney is only 45, but that’s beside the point. It’s the casualness of the prejudice that - oh, never mind. I get so tired of this.
[Hat tip to Liz Ditz of I Speak of Dreams.]

Slow Road Home, vignettes and essays, stories and meditations, is Fred First’s first book. I had an early peek and it is everything you would expect from the guy who writes so beautifully at Fragments From Floyd. You can order it from its own website.


Comments

Whew, there is a feast here today and it will take a while to get through the courses, but I am looking forward to it. I also had an early look at Fred's book and it will be every bit as good as his daily posts - probably even better. My copy is on order!

Check out this essay about the hows and whys of choosing an assisted living facility before you need one. Good advice.

Can you give the web site again, it didn't come up

Thanks

The link is good, but the site is down right now (11:30AM ET). Give it a try a little later.

Let's all beat up Chris with our canes! Susan

I'm not going to get into a data-game here, but of the dozens of people I know who have been blogging since 2001 or longer many, many, many are over 50 or approaching it. The blogosphere was geezerfied by the time we invented the word blogosphere.

"Chris" will just hate it that we're moving in on MyPlace too!
http://blog.myspace.com/sandhillistic

Oh, poor little Chris. Has no clue that we were using the Arpanet before he was even a gleam in his daddy's eye.

Little twits.

Yes indeed This is a hearty Easter brunch here today. Thanks Ronni for the links. I just visited and commented at There's Always something and I will return. Also the penny candy post by Robert Brady, I had already read that on PureLand Mountain. That brought back memories of my own "penny candy" childhood days.

Don't get me started on those comments made by Chris on Wonkette. I again mentally substituted a minority group name for geezers and then I could see how prejudiced the comments were.

We need a stronger word than simply ageism but I can't think of one right now.

A feast, indeed....! Thank heavens I had already been aware of some of these links so had already visited, 'cause the one that will keep me surfing for awhile is "I Speak of Dreams."

A link to "Creating Passionate" and many more from there are right up my alley as they discuss some fascinating aspects of communication (face-to-face vs writing.) I've been pondering some of this since reading my first blog, which, by the way, was TGB (what a great place to start, as we never forget the first.)

As for Chris ... poor, Chris ... when grown up, bet geezerfication will be the last thing on Chris' mind ... by then, will be just as interested in content with broadened interests as so many other bloggers.

Am also looking forward to a copy of Floyd's book which I have been touting to VA family and others, as his blog writing conjures so many lovely visual images.

Crabby Old Lady thought some comments were "snide and snarky?"
Lordy, me!

Had to check for myself (managing to find Wonkette despite my dotage) and gosh dang, cannot comment there w/o joining which I prefer to do voluntarily. Once the old folks crowd in on the latest fad, it becomes terribly uncool... This, folks, is why I cuss a lot. I'm merely helping squelch the use of 4-letter words by the young. And I was going to say we cannot join a battle of name-calling with the young twerps, but donna beat me to it with young twits, lol.

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