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bvb
Social climber
flagstaff arizona
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Topic Author's Original Post - Feb 8, 2013 - 01:19pm PT
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w00t w00t! Senior Citizen 4 Lyfe!!11!11
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Reilly
Mountain climber
The Other Monrovia- CA
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Don't forget to get a side of Metamucil.
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Mark Hudon
Trad climber
Hood River, OR
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If you expect to live longer and in good health, Denny's wouldn't be the best place you could go.
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Reilly
Mountain climber
The Other Monrovia- CA
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Ever seen what Fred Beckey eats?
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SCseagoat
Trad climber
Santa Cruz
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Jus' a baby.
Happy Birthday....after the initial "shock" of being eligible for the 55 and older discounts you get resentful of the places that don't start their discounts until older than 55 .
Especially hotel room discounts...nice! Less dirtbagging!
Susan
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the Fet
climber
Tu-Tok-A-Nu-La
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Happy B-Day!
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Wait till you see what 65 holds in store for you.
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Mungeclimber
Trad climber
the crowd MUST BE MOCKED...Mocked I tell you.
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Do they still have The Hobbit breakfast specials?
Hellz YEAH!
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Elcapinyoazz
Social climber
Joshua Tree
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I don't think the Wendy's between Torrey and CRNP gives a geezer coffee deal. You might have to stay in SoCal, strictly for the proximity to McD's.
I could probably drag a sheep carcass into Section 6, or even up to Woodson road, if that would make it feel more like WayneCo.
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kennyt
climber
Woodfords,California
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I think you can even get in the movies for cheap!
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The Larry
climber
Moab, UT
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MOONS OVER MY HAMMY!!!
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mechrist
Gym climber
South of Heaven
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"McDonald's has the best coffee. If you put enough sugar and cream in it, it doesn't make you gag." -bvb, discussing the gourmet coffee options in Delta, UT.
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10b4me
Boulder climber
Somewhere on 395
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Happy Birthday, and thanks for joining the 55+ crowd
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hooblie
climber
from out where the anecdotes roam
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62 today. guess i should surf on over to the social security site with a calculator before the axe falls
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Toker Villain
Big Wall climber
Toquerville, Utah
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There are senior discounts and there are senior discounts.
A downsized meal for a downsized price is no great deal.
The real senior discounts are the ones that just lop off a percentage on standard transactions.
(after a while you'll learn this stuff)
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survival
Big Wall climber
Terrapin Station
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Happy birthday all you old geezers!!!
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donini
Trad climber
Ouray, Colorado
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A new menu to order from....every age has its compensations. Just think, only 10 years to Medicare!!!
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Seamstress
Trad climber
Yacolt, WA
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Don't forget - Tuesday is senior day at Fred Meyer - 10% off. Wait - is it Wednesday? I am having a senior moment.
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Fossil climber
Trad climber
Atlin, B. C.
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About a year and a half ago I had a birthday, the magnitude of which prompted some reflections on aging. As aging seems to be a common interest in the Taco, I’ll inflict those thoughts on you. You’re welcome.
Aug. 4, 2011: reflections
I woke up this morning in a remarkably good humor, considering that as
of today I am eighty.
According to the Bible, however, man's lifespan is threescore and ten.
And the Bible is the infallible and immutable word of God.
Ergo, I have been dead for ten years. That explains a lot of things.
I had been wondering about the increasing pungency of the ambient air. I had thought that perhaps it was just time to change out of my winter long johns.
And it was a relief to Cindy to discover I was dead too. She thought I had been giving her the silent treatment for ten years.
What I thought was global warming was likely just the heat of decomposition. And here I was worrying about the future.
And the glassy thousand-yard stare commented on by my friends seems now
to have been perfectly normal, given the circumstances.
I am quite surprised to have achieved this vintage. I initially refused to believe it, but it has been confirmed by carbon dating.
Back when I was a kid I thought life ended at sixty. Now that I am eighty, I think I was on to something.
Eighty is quite a significant number, and I am proud to share it with statistics like the number of metres a Humvee will travel on a litre of gasoline,the IQ of the average Birther, the percentage of the world's wealth that goes directly to big oil companies, and the average waist size, in inches, of much of the deep south.
Considering that I have been deceased for ten years, last year's passport photo looks remarkably good. I'm a little alarmed, however, that British Columbia renewed my driver's license without question. It makes one wonder what is behind the wheel of oncoming cars.
I noticed that they pointedly did not ask me to sign an organ donor card
this time, which may mean something. So I asked if I could sign up as an
organ recipient at a senior's discount rate, but they claimed to have no
such program. This is clearly age discrimination.
Speaking of senior's discounts, I have so far lost my dignity as to ask
for them at every opportunity, such as when paying library fines or
parking tickets and when buying newspapers and bubble gum.
I note that there are at least two attitudes about seniors, which are
reflected, respectively, in the phrases "respected elder" and "there's
no fool like an old fool". Having some insight I privately hold with the
latter while giving enthusiastic lip service to the former.
I also note with glee that a senior can say outrageous and insulting
things and get away with it without being subject to physical violence -
a luxury of age because they rarely hit old folks in Canada. Except in cities.
Seriously, though, despite God's statute of limitations I appear to be
at least partially alive and even minimally sentient, for the moment.
I do find, however, that there is a significant amount of senile entropy showing up, manifested most clearly by the decreasing number of functional joints. I feel powerfully empathetic toward the Tin Woodsman, pre-lube. The replacement of four of these restored me, after an interminable period of recuperation and physical therapy (by a series of delightful, nubile therapists), to a marginally functional state, capable of enjoying both sloth and lethargy. However, these corporeal metals make airport security personnel nervous, and I am deeply concerned about being tasered and whisked away to some black site, especially when entering the US.
Well, we'll see what shakes out. In the meantime, I'll hike less and stroll more, trying to ignore the crunching sounds from the prostheses.
And I’ll spend a lot of time on eBay checking out bargains on both hiking sticks and wheelchairs, so I'll be ready either way.
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