Getting Old?

I just finished a chore I’ve been putting off for almost two weeks, taking out the trash. Understand that I live in a senior government subsidized housing project in Uxbridge, MA known as Calumet Court. Most of the residents are women because they spent a lifetime torturing their husbands, outliving them in most cases.

Tuesday afternoon the trash pickup happens in Calumet Court, with the one and only dumpster being hauled off to Trash Land, wherever that is. As soon as the garbage truck leaves a virtual alarm goes off notifying all the residents that there’s an empty dumpster for them to fill. Within two days that empty dumpster is again overflowing. That means you’ve only got two days to get all your accumulated week’s trash into a clean dumpster. By now residents have accumulated more than enough trash to instantly fill a dumpster. Then, the game begins anew, saving your refuse for the next clean dumpster.

I’m entering into what will be 70th year on this earth. I’ll turn 70 May 10, 2019. I have my physical issues as do most seniors and consider myself blessed to be mobile and in reasonable health. Taking my 4 bags of trash out this morning made me feel like I am much older. By the 4th trip across my parking lot my knees were running out of strength to the point where I wondered if I’d make it back to my unit. My, how time changes us! Will I need a walker or cane in the near future? Only time will tell.

Having emptied my 10’x20′ apartment of trash I was thinking of doing some fun woodworking projects with my new Christmas gifts, thanks to my friend’s generous $150 Amazon gift card. I maintain a “Wish List” with Amazon where items I’ve already priced and desire await the necessary cash to buy them. That means my wish list is now empty as is that gift card. It all took about 20 seconds. With my Amazon Prime account everything arrived in two days, free of shipping charges. It was like Christmas all over again. One replaces an end vice and the larger assembly is a surface vice for my workbench.

Kreg Bench Vices

Back To Bob

Christmas is now a fresh memory for 2018. I had fun growing my annual beard for the occasion this year and feel it was the best, fullest version I’ve ever grown. But now it’s time to return to the real Bob that shaves every day and grooms himself to walk in public so little kids don’t stop to point at Santa Bob.

My barber, Steve, took only a minute to wipe out 3 months of work for my Santa beard. He laughed as I expressed how short I wanted that beard, GONE! I was actually the second Santa to come to his shop the day after Christmas to get it all shaved off. Tending a full beard can become a chore to remain comfortable and good looking during the holiday season. As usual I’m glad it’s gone! I’m back to normal!

Before & After Beard

The Christmas Party

The annual Christmas Party at our Senior Center was a rousing success. There was a long waiting list for those who wished to attend. The 54 person limit dictated by the fire department was quickly reached.

There are those in Uxbridge that are regular lunch goers and then there are the party goers. We always have local politicians in attendance who help serve those in attendance. It works out better that way because of the crowd. Imagine 54 seniors, mostly women, standing in a buffet line. They would trample each other for sure!

Door prizes were handed out to all who were able to attend. Nobody went home empty handed. I sat at a table with 4 men and watched as one of them, John, won a huge stuffed animal. He was grinning from ear to ear.

I grew my annual Santa beard this year and was pleased with how it turned out. Now with Christmas just a few days away I look forward to shaving it off and getting a nice haircut for the new year.


Close up

Bob 1A

The Christmas Stretch

Amen! We’re down to less than a week before the world’s biggest birthday party begins. Christmas is upon us one more year! Who would have thunk we’d make it this far? I remember the countdown to 2000 when rumors of the world coming to and end at midnight were rampant. People crazily stockpiled food in their custom bomb shelter and had gold coins replace their paper money for the upcoming apocalypse. What a crazy time that was!

It’s a different world today, 19 years after the world ended. LOL Now Amazon, Google, Facebook and Apple own and control our lives. We have freshly prepared meals delivered to our doors along with groceries and anything else we want. We just speak it into existence with our Alexa, Echo Dot or Google Home servants. Gyrocopters will deliver it all to our front door. No need for stores anymore either. Our autonomous vehicles will drive us to a location where they will be carefully loaded into our SUV. Cars will be obsolete soon as Ford and GM have told us they won’t be making them anymore.

Santa must now go through sexual harassment sensitivity training before he’ll be allowed in our homes. No more patting those cute little elves on the butt. LOL Yup, it’s a whole new world! 🙂

One Year With Lincoln

I sure do love continuing to get updates at the Oregon Zoo. I’ve been in Massachusetts now for just over 3 years and certainly miss my favorite state of Oregon and their wonderful zoo. I hope you enjoy the short videos I post here.

Basal Cell Carcinoma

That’s what the lab says I have growing on the side of my nose. It’s reported to be the most common form of skin cancer and is highly treatable. I will await a call from a surgeon to set up a date to have it removed by a VA cancer surgeon. I’m relieved to get this diagnosis as I thought I might have a second nose growing next to the first one. LOL