SOUTHERN CRACK Guess what? I don't care that Cracker Barrel changed their logo. Only know about it because the snowflake magats are complaining. Wow and they think we're sensitive. Who gives a flying f.....? Do people really choose their restaurant based on the logo rather than the food and service? Actually, I don't care for their food as I am not addicted to their fried with gravy M.O. However, the store you can shop while you're waiting is fun.
Oops now they've changed it back-really? My theory is that there are about 5-10% (both sides) who complain about everything, but they do it publicly as most of us don't give a fig on the little stuff. However, corporate American caves to that lousy 5-10%
WHAT IS OLD? I was moved to explore the advantages of getting older after hearing from the grandson that it does not sound like a lot of fun. One just has to look for the perks. A few thoughts:
Senior discounts and AARP like cheap coffee at McD's, discount days at stores & restaurants meaning you can eat dinner at 5:00 pm no questions asked.
Selective memory-you remember more positive memories than bad.
You don't have to call in sick, you just take the day/days - no excuses needed & being grumpy counts.
You become invisible meaning you can snatch the last exquisite hors d'oeuvre from the snack tray as no one even knows you're there; also works in groups or meetings-your remarks are not only surprising but usually on point which, much to your amusement, effectively upends the consensus painfully achieved. (I have an upcoming 2-day meeting to disrupt)
Patience coupled with experience - we know what goes around comes around. Since marmie has said he wants to go to heaven in one of his several senior moments- see first statement.
More time to socialize, play cards, fish, take a long lunch, etc., even in the middle of a Tuesday.
You no longer care to maintain any type of image and feel free to express unpopular opinions.
You can become president and just call it in and play golf. Or become vice pres & take constant vacays.
A major perk verbalized at a party of our peers Sunday was that no one asks you to move furniture when you're over 70. Even when you own a truck. Which poses a problem for us having to move furniture at two locations. But imagine our consternation in the chicken coops when we found it costs 800 to 1000 to move 2 pieces of furniture 52 miles away. Ouch. Also, my ace in the hole, so to speak, Habitat for Humanity, will pick up furniture, but only if one moves it to the front of the house. If we could do that, we could bring it to them ourselves. Second Ouch. Everybody wants to have new stuff, but no one knows what to do with the old stuff. Surely the haves and have nots can meet at some happy middle? Furniture and mattress stores that take the old stuff would have buyers lined up at the door. And obviously I should have invested in the moving and storage business based on pricing.
ROLLING ALONG The boy makes his debut in a bowling league Saturday. Last time I saw him I asked if he wanted us to stay home as four people (Mom & Dad & us) watching might be overwhelming. No, he said he wants us there as well as other Grandma and Great Uncle and Aunt. Talk about pressure. He loves to perform, but he's got more guts than I had at his age where I would rather screw up in private and lie about it later.
Possibly getting a new Granddog this week. M&K found a sad, little Corgi at a restaurant Friday. He was tired and dirty. After spending the weekend posting everywhere looking for his mom and dad, they are starting to think perhaps he is a gift from my former Granddog St. Zoe who from the rainbow bridge saw they needed a new friend. They temporarily dubbed him Dusty (due to his unwashed condition) until they determine if he truly is an orphan. I asked if JP had fallen in love. As expected, his Mother said "Instantly". Fingers crossed. Peace out/stay strong....💚 💙💛
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