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March 1st, 2010 by ***
Confessions of a Challenged Senior
I thought about the thirty-year business I ran with 1,800 employees, all without a Blackberry that played music, took videos and pictures, and communicated with Facebook and Twitter.
I signed up under duress for Twitter and Facebook, so my 7 kids, their spouses, 13 grandkids, and 2 great-grandkids could communicate with me in the modern way.
I figured I could handle something as simple as Twitter, with only 140 characters of space. That was before one of my grandkids hooked me up for Tweeter, Tweetree, Twirl, Twitterfon, Tweetie and Twittererific, Tweetdeck, Twitpix, and something that sends messages to my cell phone and every other program within the texting world.
My phone was beeping every three minutes with the details of everything except the bowel movements of the entire next generation.
I am not ready to live like this. I keep my cell phone in the garage in my golf bag.
The kids bought me a GPS for my last birthday because they said I get lost every now and then going over to the grocery store or library. I keep that in a box under my tool bench along with the Bluetooth (it’s red) phone I am supposed to use when I drive. I wore it once when I was standing in line at Barnes and Noble talking to my wife as everyone within fifty yards was glaring at me. It seems I have to take my hearing aid out to use it and I got a little loud.
I mean the GPS looked pretty smart on my dashboard, but the lady inside was the most annoying, rudest person I had run into in a long time. Every ten minutes, she would sarcastically say, “Re-calc-u-lating.” You would think that she could be nicer. It was like she could barely tolerate me. She would let go with a deep sigh and then tell me to make a “U-turn at the next light.” Then when I would make a right turn instead, it was not good.
When I get really lost now, I call my wife and tell her the name of the cross streets, and while she is starting to develop the same tone as Gypsy (the GPS lady), at least she loves me.
To be perfectly frank, I am still trying to learn how to use the cordless phones in our house. We have had them for four years, but I still haven’t figured out how I can lose three phones all at once and have to run around digging under chair cushions and checking bathrooms and the dirty laundry baskets when the phone rings.
The world is just getting too complex for me. They even mess me up every time I go to the grocery store. You’d think they could settle on something themselves, but asking “Paper or plastic?” every time I check out just knocks me for a loop. I bought some of those cloth reusable bags to avoid looking confused, but I never remember to take them in with me. Now I toss it back to them. When they ask me, “Paper or plastic?” I just say, “Doesn’t matter to me, I am bi-sacksual.” Then it’s their turn to stare at me with a blank look.
What Editors Adore
(Editor’s note: I did not write this. –Ed.)
Sung to: “My Favorite Things”
Commas with splices and run-ons to correct,
Long-winded sentences without a subject,
Paragraphs needing breaks, typos galore,
This is what editors simply adore.
Factual errors and incorrect verb tense,
Text incoherent and grammar imperfect,
References missing, structure that’s poor,
This is what editors simply adore.
Misspellings rampant and syntax that’s sloppy,
Plagiarized text that is an exact copy,
Fragments abundant, writing that’s a bore,
This is what editors simply adore.
When authors scream
When I correct
Words that don’t make sense,
I rewrite the hell out of the document
to eliminate all nonsense…
No Nursing Home for Us
No nursing home for us. We are checking into the Holiday Inn!
With the average cost for nursing-home care costing $188.00 per day, there is a better way when we get old and feeble. We have already checked on reservations at the Holiday Inn.
For a combined long-term-stay discount and senior discount, it’s $49.23 per night. That leaves $138.77 a day for breakfast, lunch, and dinner in any restaurant we want, or room service, laundry, gratuities, and special TV movies. Plus, they provide a swimming pool, a workout room, a lounge, washer-dryer, and more.
Most have free toothpaste and razors, and all have free shampoo and soap.
Five dollars’ worth of tips a day will have the entire staff scrambling to help you.
They treat you like a customer, not a patient.
There is a city bus stop out front, and seniors ride free. To meet other nice people, call a church bus on Sundays.
For a change of scenery, take the airport shuttle bus and eat at one of the nice restaurants there. While you’re at the airport, fly somewhere. Otherwise, the cash keeps building up.
It takes months to get into decent nursing homes. Holiday Inn will take your reservation today. And you are not stuck in one place forever—you can move from Inn to Inn, or even from city to city. Want to see Hawaii? They have a Holiday Inn there too.
TV broken? Light bulbs need changing? Need a mattress replaced? No problem. They fix everything, and apologize for the inconvenience.
The Inn has a night security person and daily room service. The maid checks to see if you are okay. If not, they will call an ambulance or the undertaker. If you fall and break a hip, Medicare will pay for the hip, and Holiday Inn will upgrade you to a suite for the rest of your life.
And no worries about visits from family. They will always be glad to find you, and probably check in for a short mini-vacation.
The grandkids can use the pool.
What more can you ask for?
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