I have never liked to use the phone. Conversations and transactions, whether personal or business, that I easily conduct in person become loathesome by phone. I don’t know why. Perhaps it is because I come from a family of phonophobes. I don’t think I have ever had a conversation of more than five minutes with either my father or my brother, and while my mother and sister were more that willing to converse on the on the phone, neither seemed to know that it was a device that could both place and receive calls. On the other hand, perhaps it is a characteristic of most men. In my Thursday Night Men’s Group, calling the guys, whether it is for help with a problem or just to talk, is part of the program. Whether it is the dislike of using of the phone or of asking for help, most of the men refer to the phone as too heavy to pick up. Having lots of company doesn’t make being a phonophobe any more acceptable at home. Read the rest of this post »
Categories: feeling older
Tags: curmudgeonly rants, feeling older, home, humor, marriage
Categories: feeling older, health
Tags: curmudgeonly rants, feeling older, humor, postaday, shaving
When I was about sixteen and headed off to a high school dance with a date … which means it was probably a prom … my Dad stopped me and told me I should shave before I went. In a town that was largely Italian, I may have been two or three years past the usual first-shave age, but I was thrilled none-the-less. Every boy wants to be a man until they’ve tried it for 20 or 30 years, at which point he realizes how much fun being a boy was. My first shave was with my Dad’s electric razor. As my beard thickened, I got my own Gillette double-edged safety razor, just like Dad’s. You may not know that King Camp Gillette was the inventor of the disposable double-edged blade and was the supplier of safety razors to American troops during World War I. Because GIs were allowed to keep their razors when the war was over, Gillette had a guaranteed customer base for his blades, making Gillette the dominant force in shaving supplies. Read the rest of this post »
Tags: books, feeling older
Since I threw a hissy-fit about political posts on Facebook this week, I suppose it would be imprudent to post something political here on Older Eyes – Bud’s Blog. What follows isn’t meant to take sides but as commentary on what I’ve seen since the election of Donald Trump as the president of the United States. I think I belong to a disappearing breed, the Moderate. That means I am liberal on some issues (mostly social), conservative on others (mostly economic and national defense), and somewhere in the middle on many. Hence, Moderate. I voted for John McCain and Mitt Romney because I felt that Barack Obama was too liberal and lacked experience. This year, I voted for Hillary Clinton for two reasons … her experience and my concerns about the character of Donald Trump, which … if you care … you can read about in my post, Enough.
Categories: curmudgeonly rants
Tags: curmudgeonly rants, feeling older, grandchildren, humor, music, psychology
My granddaughter Savannah’s favorite gift this Christmas was a karaoke machine. Once all the presents were opened and we each went to our corners to play with our favorite gifts, she switched on the machine, turned it up to full blast and began to sing … over and over … Call Me Maybe by Carly Ray Jepson (yes, I had to look that up). To these old ears, Call Me Maybe sounds like a corny pop tune aimed at pre-adolescents in the midst of their first crush. It’s harmless enough, easier to listen to than what Kohl’s plays over their sound system in the stores on a regular basis but … played more than five times in a row … it could be used in place of waterboarding. I would conservatively guess Savannah sang it thirty times Christmas morning.
Categories: feeling older
Tags: curmudgeonly rants, feeling older, humor, Life, perspectives
Since I started Older Eyes – Bud’s Blog, I have tried to present a balanced view of aging … focusing as much as possible on the positives without ignoring the fact that, as people my age like to say, Getting Old is Not for the Faint of Heart. I was 64 when I wrote my first post, Feeling Older, which is now the frontispiece to my home page. Three years later, I wrote Feeling Old. Looking back I can see that I wasn’t considering that going from Older to Old so quickly made titling a continuing progression of posts about aging problematic. I mean, what now? Feeling Ancient?
Categories: Throwback Thursday
Tags: driving, entertainment, feeling older, music, music collections, rock and roll
In an attempt to get back to blogging on a regular basis, I am designating Thursdays as Throwback Thursdays. That will assure I post once a week by posting old favorites from the almost 2000 posts that have appeared here. This one is from November of 2009 and, appropriately, its about music. Yes, it’s a dated playlist. But, hey, I’m 72 … I’m dated, too.
Speeding along a winding Connecticut back road in a 1965 Alfa Romeo Spider Veloce with the top down in the autumn, red and gold leaves dancing in the draft. Cruising along Ocean Drive in Newport, RI in a bright red Fiat Spyder convertible as the surf crashes against the seawall, filling the air with salty mist. Driving across the great plains in a gray Volvo 144 toward a new home in California. Racing the eighteen wheelers across the desert in a green Toyota Camry on the way to visit our grandchildren. The vehicle may not be as exciting as we get older but one thing remains constant … I can’ t do the long drive without Driving Music. No, I’m not talking about the old guy poking along in the fast lane with Henry Mancini playing softly in the background. Read the rest of this post »
Tags: Chanukkah, Christmas, curmudgeonly rants, holidays, humor
Halloween is long gone and our Thanksgiving cruise with the grandkids is behind us. The lights are up in retail centers and neighborhoods, a reminder to watch out for crazy drivers looking for to scoop up the day’s bargains. Sirius XM has already switched the Love station to Holly and the annoying automobile commercials have commenced … Santa driving a Mercedes instead of a sleigh and a Lexus with a bow in the driveway on Christmas morning. Television is turning Santa into a shill for every product known to man … its a wonder any kids believe anymore. Perhaps they just pretend to humor their parents. And as sure as Kohl’s in-store music will include the most annoying versions of Christmas carols imaginable, the posts on Facebook have appeared to remind me that I should say Merry Christmas, not Happy Holidays. Read the rest of this post »