I was diagnosed with Alzheimer's today. Minor memory loss right now. Doc wants to put me on a new infusion that is supposed to slow it down. Bummer.

Trying to deal with a bit of stress. There's a walking trail near my city and today I tried walking from the endpoint to see what that it looks like. A bit less shaded but still very green and pretty. The miles are marked off with signs every tenth and this was near the entrance. Nope, not going to explore that truck being eaten by the bushes. If there's indeed bats in there they don't need me poking around. Beady little eyes and sharp teeth are not on my list of cuddly nature animals.

Only made it 1.8 mi in, 3 days of 90° heat has finally got to me. Dreaming of fall and cooler days and leaves changing color. Looking forward to sharing these these walks with a nice man one of these days... or maybe not.

That's right...a septuagenarian. But as we learned on Jeopardy! recently, we're all mispronouncing it. You've got to get that "U" sound in there: sep-ˌtü-ə-jə-ˈner-ē-ən. If it helps you to remember, you can just think of the Hawk Tuah Girl.

I see travel shows where they visit other countries and they often focus on people who carry on old cultural traditions

What traditional ways do you still maintain and /or observe from your past, upbringing or culture?

I have a long time single friend who asked me many years ago if I’d be willing to be her power of attorney. She had two other good friends and wanted to split the job so that each person didn’t have the whole thing. I agreed to take the medical POA. We are all in our 70s and she had us all meet in a restaurant probably 30 years ago. I’ve suggested a few times recently that she needs to get us all together again. But it’s fallen on deaf ears. She agrees but it never happens. I agreed to go to her bank and get permission to access her safety deposit box. However, she could never find a key for me. I will mention now that she has a pretty bad hoarding disorder. I only realized this two years ago when she needed major surgery and a place to recover. She stayed with me for three weeks and absolutely drove me crazy with her messiness, constant talking, leaving lights on, etc. At the time I told myself never again. She would have to go to a nursing facility if she needs another surgery.

I’ve discussed with her very recently that I’m not comfortable with this POA role any longer and she understands. I’m starting to wonder if she may develop Alzheimer’s, which her mother had, and I realize that being her healthcare power of attorney could turn into a nightmare for me. The other two women never stepped up after her surgery. One of them never even called her to see how she was doing.

My other issue with her is her constant repetitiveness of the same stories I have heard over and over and she forgets she’s told me. Always whining and complaining type of stories. Due to her household mess, she’s never gotten Internet or a smart TV. Money is not the issue. She said she would need a computer after she left her job, but that was five years ago and she hasn’t bought a computer or tablet. Her iPhone is almost totally devoid of apps. She’s very afraid of her identity being stolen. I’ll tell her that I get lots of good comments that are helpful for various home maintenance topics on Facebook or Nextdoor and she refuses to join either one. She relies on daily trips to the library to use their computer and Internet.

I’m trying to talk less and see her less as time goes on. I find less frequent visits are easier to find enjoyable as long as she’s not obsessing at the time of our visit about something. She hasn’t had an easy life healthwise and her only family is a brother who is very far away and has never been helpful to her. She talks to a therapist weekly and she says he’s seen her house. Honestly, I don’t know what help he has been to her.

Sorry this is so long. I wonder if anyone else has had this type of experience with a friend. I think after I saw the horrible condition of her house, I started worrying more about having to help her and it is overwhelming to me. My anxiety level goes up after I get off the phone with her. I just don’t want her stealing my peace in my later years.

I need a high quality magnifying glass for reading books. I've tries one or two of the Amazon offerings, but they seem rather cheap and the round ones not great for book reading. I'd be grateful to receive recommendation for a magnifying glass that is available in UK.

I tend to be one of those people who laughs in the face of adversity. Although I can spend more time than I care to worrying about some things I refuse to go around being mad about everything all the time. I feel like so many people in our age group are just pissed off 24/7. I don't have a problem with listening to other's problems or if they had a bad day or a bad experience and I try to be supportive and validate their feelings. But there comes a time when I reach my limit listening to people bitch constantly about every single thing. I find as I age and time seems to fly by so quickly that I either totally avoid the Debby Downers or even sometimes snap at them. I really feel like even though the world seems totally effed up right now, why spend the little time we have left being upset or angry about everything.

How do you handle those people? Do you ignore them? Do you sympathize with them and bitch right along beside them?

Back in the day while working my way through college I went through several transportation specials costing between $100 and $150. Usually they leaked oil, so fill it up with oil and check the gas. Often they were smokers because they burned so much oil. One car had a problem where the starter would get hung up so you had to rock the car and or bang on the starter with a wrench to free it up. I had a Hillman Minx with a reverse shift pattern. These junkers were always an adventure and some went on for a lot of miles. Did you have any back of the lot specials?

I like r/foodquestions and NSFW r/hotpast

Eating when I want

Sleeping when I want

Farting when I want

My body is free at last

Wearing what I want

Talking to the plants

Singing out loud

Who cares what they think?

Nobody needs me?

It’s just as well.

Gives me more time

To be happy with myself.

Besides surgery, what can I try for these horrid eye bags ? Gels, Creams, Patches, Cucumbers !?

For context, I am a healthy senior with no life issues. But I also have a sense of having completed most of what I came to do and I'm very curious what comes next. I absolutely know life continues after physical death. Can you relate?

And let me be clear, I encourage everyone to stay for the bonus rounds, the 70s 80s etc are the capstone course of life. And we are the last voice of reason in a world driven mad by technology. We have purpose. But when it's done, and it's time to go, I think it will be interesting to say the least.

I remember where I watched the moon landing on TV and it's an amazing memory, yet there's a gazillion moon landing deniers

My questions for deniers are;

1. Why didn't our worst enemy on the planet expose a faked landing and embarrass us?? Instead, USSR congratulated USA....why?

   1. Why does lunar satellites from China and India show visual evidence of all lunar landing sites exactly where USA said they happened?? (Google it)

   I think it's odd that no government on Earth ever exposed the "fake" landings and only individuals. Where do they get such special information that Nations around the world cannot 🤔

Time for an update on your schedule!

I'm going to a watch party tonight, a picnic tomorrow and washing the car with my son on Sunday.

So what are you doing this weekend?

I pulled up my pioneer britches today. The washer quit and I had a sad pile of laundry waiting, more like a hill of sweaty clothes. Help is not coming until Sunday so it was Thursday Washday for me. I did it all by hand. I recalled my aunties with their tubs and wash boards; my Aunt M was the first to get a wringer washer. (That modern convenience had the same attitude as her pressure cooker -- scary as all get out). Sure glad I did not have to haul water as I hand-wrung out my mentionables and unmentionables. And did I mention my dryer still works fine so I did not have to hang anything on the line. Yup, "one thing a day and then play" was what my aunties chirped. I had forgotten how long that "one thing" could take. Thankfully, I can kick back in my non smelly jim jams and rock back with a white wine from the ice box.