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  • My route 66 turning point

    Ok so heading towards two weeks into 66hood and just pondering.

    I’ve been told it’s a milestone in my years, progressing from adulthood into OAPhood, yet in the visible turning of say leaves of tree which change from their colourful Summer hues into their Autumn leaf fall colours, which may I add are at time’s spectacular and dramatic colours to behold, yet, for me, nothing has changed.

    Not that I was really expecting any change. But maybe it’s just a significant point in my life to recognise and to just be thankful to have got to this point fairly unscathed. And that doesn’t take away any of my thoughts for others who have struggled and sadly not with us anymore. I’m just thankful for the life I have and even though my conveyor belt has been shaky almost like a rollercoaster at times. I’m just grateful for what I’ve got!

    My changes will come one day, maybe slowly, maybe quickly, for now though I carry on trying to make the most of what I have!

  • A day in school

    Tell us about your first day at something — school, work, as a parent, etc.

    I honestly thought as a five year old, it was just for one day 😵‍💫…. It was…..a very very long day til I was sixteen 🤣….ohhh and how I struggled throughout that lonnnng day!

  • It’s a great excuse

    Ok….so I will (or maybe I won’t and it may get worse as I trundle along) but since becoming 66 years old, I’ve started this age number thingy as a perfect excuse as to why something has gotten done in a strange way or my apparent forgetting something which should have been done which I can honestly say I don’t remember being told.

    So I booked in my COVID booster a few weeks ago checking that there weren’t any distractions today. Planned for 10am.   I got a reminder yesterday (✓), even had it in my email calendar (✓)which did or didn’t remind me this morning(🤔), can’t remember, but we all know how distracted we can be as early morning progreses. And yet at 10.09am, something was jingling around in my head…..10.30am….taaadaaa light bulb brightens and ping…ohhh blimey ( or something similar)… Noooo. Anyways feeble excuse at the Chemist of “it’s my age..I’m 66 now! Sorry I’m late. Can you fit me in please?” As I look around the chemist to see it empty apart from myself, chemist and two staff in there. “No problem” the reply came “you’ve caught us in a quiet moment!”…. Gosh I thought, maybe it was heaving with a big queue at the alloted 10 am time slot..I will never know. Needless to say, my jab point aches as I’m now COVID infused for another year- no doubt catch a dose just like last year!

  • No guilty snooze now

    At last, I have the perfect reason for having a nap when ever I feel tired, usually any time of day!

    And now, my reasoning is just as I’m now an OAP ( old aged pensioner). See, I knew there was going to be a good side to entering into my new world of old aged pensionerism!

    What’s that I hear you say? What’s my reasoning then for daytime napping over through all my adulthood stage?…. hmmmm……

  • It’s the arrival!

    It’s here…just what I’ve been waiting for!…I’m 66 years old….which means in the UK I’m classed as an ‘Old Age Pensioner ‘

    Now I’m not one to shirk my new found era nor my responsibilities. As a child and through my younger growing up years to teenageship, the ‘older’ folk around me, retired neighbours and older family relations looked..well…really old.

    I’m not one to be at all trendy nor have the stature or complexion of a younger person but remembering back to folk of my age now when I was younger..wow…they just looked so old, craggy looking and down beat. Is that due to the pressures of those days, lack of choice against today’s availability of better products and choice to help us think, feel and be younger in our daily outlook?

    I say this as I don’t think I’m that really old craggy looking down beat person that I saw in older folk when I was younger.

    Or could it be that time just seems to fly by so much as each year really seems to have speeded up it’s overtaken my true age and I’m only really 50, as I sure don’t feel 66, yet!

  • Hoody

    Well . that’s it….I’ve come through childhood, tennagehood ( is that a word?) adulthood and today is the day I’m a fully fledged OAP..eek!…. So I’m not making a song and dance about it, not getting down about it, not cheering it either. It’s just a significant milestone in my life entering through the door labelled old age pensioner hood ( is that also a word?!)

  • Eeeeek….

    And Sunday 1st December 2024……my very last evening of being an adult ….. Before…

  • December birthday… pah

    It’s my parents fault!…. Why so close to Christmas?…. It’s like having two birthdays in one month then nothing through the rest of the year. Not that I ever expect anything in my life, yet my bro n sis have their birthdays in the Summer months! Although must say I guess it’s probably worse for a birthday on 25th December or even 29th February or even 1st April, so I just be thankful and greatful for being here in the first place to experience my journey on ‘my’ conveyor belt of life!

  • Life is just a conveyor belt!

    Life and all it contains, I see it just like a conveyor belt, you’re put on at the start as a baby and then you trundle along to the end and drop off as an oldie. Although sometimes the conveyor belt gets shaky and you fall off along its route. Hoping though along its route you can grab things to enjoy and experience and make memories you can hold onto.

    I say ‘conveyor belt’ as to me it rings true. Going back to my younger days as an early teenager working and helping the gardener at Bodrhyddan Hall near Dyserth, North Wales, there was a very overgrown woodland area to the side of the Hall. One day whilst tidying away fallen leaves adjacent to a service roadway and around St Mary’s Well, we uncovered a row of cobblestones about three feet wide which when scraping back again exposed more. We continued to hack back Rhododendron, Sycamore self seeded trees, fern/bracken, a mish mash of entangled bramble and scraping away years and years of deposited and decomposing leaf litter covered with mosses and aglae we exposed even more cobblestones which evidently exposed a path!

    It took a while to fit in the revealing of the cobbled path whilst undertaking all the usual gardening tasks needed to be carried out within the gardens around the Hall. This uncovered cobblestone path had junctions and circles at two locations and at the end was a stone structure which would have housed a bell. Now telling Lord Langford (9th) of our discovery he was delighted as he had totally forgotten about it being there and told us of the path’s significance. It was as he explained the journey of life, starting at St Mary’s well as a baby, proceeding and journeying along the path to the first circle which as the Lord explained was where the marriage took place and arriving at the second circle representing a point in time where children were born. Finally after journeying along the cobbled path to reach the bell to signify death!

    Not sure if this path still exists from it’s discovery in 1972, must make an effort to revisit before the ‘bell’ rings for me!

    However I can relate to this and my own analogy of life being like a conveyor belt!