wearing nothing but a pair of jeggings and a T shirt, while you’re bundled up in a ski jacket, scarf, and gloves. A smoothie didn’t seem like a suitable meal for an octogenarian .
Should You Start A Blog if you are #over #eighty? Especially if you hadn’t used a computer until your were #fifty and never took an #Information Technology class in your life? I’m beginning to wonder. I thought I had done fairly well, publishing three books with #Kindle and #Create Space all on my own in the past 3 years. I have #twitter and #facebook accounts. But this #Blogger thing is really throwing me for a loop. I don’t understand all the gadgets in the layout section, don’t know if I should be on Google+ or Blogger, not sure if I have the right settings. To add to my frustration, I called the computer lab at our local library for help and they said no one there knows anything about Blogger!
To make matters worse, I inadvertently posted something that violated some boundary on google, so that post got deleted, and now my page views have gone down. I’m sure I’ve clicked the wrong button somewhere while I was trying to find out what happened.
I finally got another email from the library that they would try and help me figure it out if I wanted to set up an appointment. Also, waiting for a book I ordered from #Amazon called #Blogging for #Dummies. (that sounds about right for me). So, I guess I’ll just keep on trying for awhile, at least until I’ve torn out all of my hair.
3 chopped green onions.
If you read my profile, you will see that I’ve published a few books, myself, so I know how much effort goes into producing 600+ pages. Unfortunately for seniors, heavy hardcover books can leave you with sore fingers and achy shoulders, depending on the severity of your arthritis.
A female who is interacting with colleagues, salesmen, store clerks and other strangers is addressed in different ways as she navigates through life. A child, of course, will usually be called Honey or Dear. As a young adult, I was often called Hon, Babe Miss, or Gal (shudder). A wedding ring brought a little more respect, especially if there were kids in tow. You found yourself being called Ma’m more often than not.
Now, if you happened to go into the deep south–someplace like Savannah–you might be called Sugar, no matter how old you were.. It was part of their culture, and wasn’t referring to anything but your gender. I always loved it when people called me that. It was pronounced Sugahh, and you knew it was just a gracious way to make you feel warm and welcome.
Then, along about the age of fifty or thereafter, you notice some of the men you interact with have begun to call you Young Lady. I know it was meant to be flattering, but it came across as condescending, and made me cringe. It implied that even though I was post menopausal, I still looked pretty decent for my age.
Would a man of sixty like a woman to call him Young Man? And why wasn’t I called that when I actually was a young lady?
But when you start approaching eighty, it gets worse; now they call you Sweetie or Sweetheart, as if they are patting a little old lady on the head. I do not appreciate hairdressers, waitresses, salesclerks and other strangers using such terms of endearment. I am not anyone’s sweetheart but my husband’s. I know they mean well, but I just wish they knew that a simple, respectful Ma’m would do..
It tough enough for seniors to deal with childproof lids on medications, but it’s almost as bad trying to get a cartridge of computer ink out of it’s plastic case. I’ve been digging at a pack with a scissors now for about 10 minutes, and still haven’t gotten the doggone thing to open up.
Another pet peeve is toilet bowl cleaner. Ugh, that’s nasty stuff, but we all have to keep it on hand.
Of course, the manufacturers have to be extra careful because it’s not only toxic, it can burn your skin. You sure don’t want a kid getting even near it. So of course, getting the cap open is an exercise in frustration. You twist and turn it this way and that. Then you pound it and squeeze it. Just as you’re about to go back to the #DollarStore and ask the clerk to open it, you finally hit the sweet spot. Voila, it’s open!
My husband has a cousin who lives in LA. Last week, she had to walk to the supermarket to find someone who could open a pickle jar. I know, they sell those rubber things that are supposed to help you get a grip, but they don’t really do the job. Maybe they should have a senior friendly section in the supermarket with easy to open products.