I attend big parties where everyone is welcome like Free Car Wash and Tax Return Day at the local car dealership. But I am no longer invited to intimate dinner parties. My wife Mollie claims guests were horrified when I politely asked to finish food that they had not consumed. I should have eaten right before dinner parties like I did for luncheon job interviews. Two weeks ago at a milestone birthday party on a dry docked ferry boat, Mollie prevented me from using the microphone to verify whether she was the oldest person on board. So I circulated among the elderly and subtly probed for age clues by introducing the topic of Medicare Wellness Exams. Mollie says she is not going to any more parties but my friend Finlo says she will change her mind when I finally flunk Medicare Wellness with a capital F.
Spoiler Alert: the three words you memorize to prove cognitive capability have remained the same: Banana Sunrise Chair. I once said “sunset” but the doctor let that slide. Before my recent Medicare Wellness Exam, I even heard those famous words used on an episode of Family Law. Still I get nervous. The doctor makes you draw a clock and set the hands at 11:10 to distract you from remembering the three words. I cannot walk from my den to the kitchen to get a banana without forgetting about the banana. Will future senior citizens be drawing rectangular digital clocks? I do not know why I try to game the system. I am stuck with crooked teeth because I corrected my overbite for the X-Rays. My glasses are out of focus because I memorize the eye chart when left alone in the optometrist’s exam room. At least I get a driver’s license if I commit the DMV eye chart to memory. My feet are an ugly mess from a combination of genetics, long distance running, and my own shameful negligence because I cannot even touch my toes without cracking a rib. My feet scare my grandchildren and the doctor keeps asking, “Are you sure they don’t hurt?” She wonders how I can hear with all that wax in my right ear. I am strangely annoyed when doctors keep pestering me to take statins. I feel like I have caught them in a conspiracy to save my life.
I also have difficulty filling out all the medical questionnaires. I have to check that I am never stressed to the point of depression because the next choice is two days every week. Fortunately, I can offer them something to pounce on when I admit to falling down in the last year. I am suspicious of anyone who has never been stressed, depressed, or taken a fall. Yes, my balance has deteriorated over the years along with every single other bodily part and function. I hold the Guiness World Record for falling at least once in 77 consecutive years. I can even fall out of bed. Doctors do not dwell on good news. They relentlessly dig for scandal. Mine just wanted a yes/no answer to whether I went to the dentist regularly. The wax in my ear caused me to miscommunicate in an awkward and embarrassing verbal exchange. I was still bragging about brushing and flossing my teeth “twice a day” when my doctor had already moved on to the sexual activity category on the checklist. I have always been uncoordinated but when you do something 10,000 times, you develop certain skills, For instance, I am instinctively balancing the steering wheel on my left knee which has freed my hands to type this very post on my
You’re lucky I never tested you. Those are NOT the three words I always used. Touching your own toes is over-rated. Can you touch the toes of others? Seeing a dentist regularly leaves a lot of leeway. Once every five years is “regular”. A dentist shopped at the grocery store where I worked. I saw her regularly. You could have an affair or be in a poker group with a dentist to see them regularly. And have you tried earwax on your hardwood floors?
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Well, maybe they change the words on me but I always give the answer Banana Sunrise Chair. I did stretch the truth about seeing the dentist regularly because I use your definition. I will try earwax on our hardwoods because I hate to waste anything. Yesterday my granddaughter caught me licking up the Dairy Queen Blizzard she spilled on the counter.
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Your post ended rather suddenly, so I hope you didn’t crash your car while driving. I don’t understand why elderly people have to remember things, as maybe their lives would be better if they were able to forget sone stuff that they are not particularly proud of.
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The good news is that I am fine but I cannot find my car keys and someone confiscated my primary Blogging device, so I may not be commenting much for awhile.
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Due to my chosen sport, I’m usually the oldest person in the group. Tell Mollie to milk the status for all it’s worth. As the oldest, one is expected to be the slowest, both in pedaling and in catching on to ribald innuendos and youngsters are nonplussed when you come up with an off-color comment of your own. Remember when you thought your generation had invented sex? It was more comfortable than imagining old people doing “it”.
As for the memory test, I’ve memorized, “‘Person, woman, man, camera, TV”. It worked for Trump.
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I hate that my wife is six months older than me. I would flaunt the the title of oldest. You cannot even be President unless you are very old.
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It’s a good thing they don’t test for writing legibility (or do they?) A lifetime of writing with my left hand – curled around the top of the pen/pencil to avoid smearing I go – has resulted in a shaky hand now, making it almost impossible to write. Guess those little muscles don’t work like they used to. Thank goodness for computer keyboards and electronic signatures!
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I too have a shaky hand but it also affects my ability to type. At least what I finally type is legible, although not intelligible.
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That does explain a lot, Jeff… 😂
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As my children have told me for years, they’ll have no idea when I’m in the throngs of dementia as I’ve always been that way. is that just because I was young and into alliteration and gave them all names beginning with the letter H and they were all born female? Or because I cannot find my way anywhere, but I do find other interesting places where I would rather be along the way?
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I also was precociously crazy and only now are my friends catching up.
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Geoff, wait for MEEEEEEEEEE!!
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Don’t feel too dissed. Frank Zappa’s kids recorded a song called “My Mother is a Space Case.” It’s all about the distractions. Otherwise we’d all be engineers.
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excellent !
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I am so happy not to be an engineer and I say that respectfully as my Dad (Georgia Tech) and my oldest son (Virginia) earned Engineering degrees. I love(d) them both but neither of them could figure out why I never grew up!
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Alexander the Great described his beloved tutor, Aristotle, as someone who “could classify the universe, but needed help finding the village square.” BOY, did reading that make me feel better!
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thank you for that!
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Hahaha! I felt that! 👩❤️👩😂
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You’re a mess!
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I am a mess and I have learned to own it. I can still be happy because I have learned how to apologize and mean it.
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Ps – forgot to add that I’ve rarely,if ever, called my daughters by their correct names,due to my being enamored with alliteration
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Our three boys have very distinct and different names but I continue to call them by the wrong ones!
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A whole other level of
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“Doctors do not dwell on good news.” I’ve never been given this exam. I don’t know if it’s because my doc doesn’t believe in it, she doesn’t think I need it, or she thinks there’s no way I’d pass but there’s no where for me to go but home where Bear and Teddy take care of me. No idea.
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Your doctor probably doesn’t think you need a memory test yet. Mine once skipped it after a preliminary debate/argument we had on a different subject. She thought my memory was fine but that I was kind of a jerk!
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I hope you’re right! I hope she hasn’t just forgotten…
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Medical questionnaires are soooo long now I should schedule two appointments with the doctor back-to-back…one to answer all the questions and one to actually see the doctor. And even if you fill out your answers online ahead of a visit, they go ahead and ask all their questions again in person. Of course, no one has ever actually read any of these answers…so there’s that.⚕
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Think of it as preparing for a test. Similar to when you renew your drivers license.
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I particularly hate filling out the questionnaire online (very hard for me) and then in the waiting room. My answers don’t always match. I think it’s part of the test.
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I could never understand why our church youth adviser, who was a pimple-scarred pot bellied balding nerd of no more than thirty was called Elder Lee. Mind you, to this snot-nose kid, anyone who wore a white shirt and tie or hid their curlered hair under a kerchief the size of a tablecloth looked ancient. When you’re ten, everyones old. When you rack up nigh on three score and ten everyone is a young whippersnapper.
PS. Don’t drive with your knees and type. It’s bad for the patellas.
Yours curmudgeonly, Ob.
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During my working career, I got along well with bosses who were females, of different races and/or nationalities but when my bosses started being younger than me, that was a shock I had trouble with.
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Driving with your knees? Our generation doesn’t do well with multi-tasking. I once tried to walk and chew bubblegum at the same time…Never again!
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I knew a guy who could eat a cheeseburger, drink a coke, roll a joint and drive a four speed Impala
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Impala SS. All at the same time. Knees, elbows…like watching a retarded polyrhythmic drummer drive.
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Yikes! I drove past a lady one time who had a cigarette and a hamburger in one hand, a coffee in the other and her phone tucked up to her ear.
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That’s the modern version🤣
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I always prioritized the walking. The bubblegum usually ended up stuck in my hair.
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😁 You sure are wise.
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I am curious does Mollie have to watch you closely when in a restaurant? Do you help yourself to the food off the plates that people leave behind?😂
Ahh! So thats why you didn’t finish your line at the end of your post. You can’t see because of memorizing the eye chart. 😉😂 You are letting us know your secrets now.
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Mollie and I were both wild and crazy when we were in school but over the years she matured and I immatured. Amazingly we have worked it out where she handles everything that requires maturity and I handle everything that requires crazy. Her workload is bigger.
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They say couples should balance each other out. 😄
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My wife and I are now on Medicare, and she was unaware of the cognitive test when she went in for something else. She could only remember one of the three words, though she maintains the same thing would have happened if she took the test at 25.
Her good friend, Cindy, had to take the test the following week, and I heard them laughing about it while they compared notes over the phone. When asked to show 10:20, Cindy made a digital clock, not understanding that they were looking for a analog clock.
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All of this makes me feel better. I think it is normal for my mind to screen out three irrelevant words just like my phone diverts three spam calls.
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I must ask. Who hasn’t fallen at least once in the last year?
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Now let’s see hands of those who have fallen at least once a month. How about weekly? No? Then you’re not having all the fun you can possibly have!
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Bicycles don’t count. Nor do yard tractors, competitive sports or extricating yourself from a booth, church pew or sports car. Or dog water slobber on tile🤣
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I am so with you on that. I feel sorry for people who can’t fall down.
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The people who don’t admit to falling are probably the same ones who don’t admit that they sometimes take one hand off the steering wheel, speed, or cut someone off in traffic.
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Thank you for the spoiler alert, I shall start memorizing now. As a kinesthetic learner, it will be most helpful to eat a banana in a chair while watching the sunrise. 🌄 Pass or fail, if I have half the fun you’re having, I will feel a winner. 👍🏻🙏🏻😊
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That is exactly how I memorized the three words. Conveniently, I eat a banana every morning (sunrise) with my cereal while sitting in a chair. If they ever hit me with “beets, stars, and donkey,” I am in trouble.
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😂 I would actually fair just fine with that combination.
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I expect you could come up with a poetic way to remember any three word combination!
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Thank you for your confidence in me! Anything over three and I might fall apart. 😂
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Oh, Geoff, I hear you. I hate those Medicare Wellness visits and tests. I have figured out how to handle them though. I just don’t go. Doctors are always looking for a problem and I figure if I have a problem then I’ll go. I love “Will future senior citizens be drawing rectangular digital clocks?”
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The older I get, the less I worry about the medical, dental, and vision appointments I have let slide because I can’t be too embarrassed if I can just make it to 80 or 85!
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If you’re not blogging while driving, what’s the point even.
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Ha, that is the kind of comment I like!
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you’re certainly one heck of a dinner guest lol
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I always thought I was a good middle seat at a dinner party ( a middle as Larry David calls it) but apparently I am more of an emergency last minute fill-in!
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hehe I’m sure you’re too modest
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Still laughing, Geoff. 1. At least you ask before finishing others’ food. I never do. 2. I always eat before dinner dates. If a guy saw how I really eat (with gusto) he might not ask me out again. 3. I never remember why I walked into the kitchen. I just assume it was for a glass of wine and go from there. I spit out a wee bit o’ vino when I laughed out loud while reading this post, so I’m heading back to the kitchen now. If I can remember where it is.
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I think you are too funny even without help from the wine!
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Absolutely inspired ending! 🤣
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Thank you, Ana. Where am I?
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We’ll, after puns like the ones you spout, let’s face it, you’re not EXACTLY in heaven…
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You’re still welcome at my house for dinner. I’ll even let you lick the plates clean if you want.
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I have always found it odd that we are allowed to lick popsicles and ice cream cones but not our own plate. Apparently you can use bread to mop your plate, especially if you do it with a fork. We pick up food with fingers but cannot lick those fingers. I try to break the rules only when I am alone!
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He’s trying to sidestep the issue politely, but he actually only likes to lick plates clean when they’re placed on the floor for him (popsicles too, unfortunately)
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I don’t think I could in good conscience allow a popsicle to be licked off my floor. I am not that dedicated to cleaning.
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Oh, AWESOME response! I have to admit that I was a little worried after reading sentence #1, but OMG…
The only responses I could even think of while laughing so hard involved frilly black aprons and (in his case especially) gags, so perhaps we’d better just leave the popsicle on the counter! 😊☺️🙏🤣😆🤧🤤
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geoff got your post card
hope things work now
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so far so good!
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Now I wonder what happened after the very last sentence🤣
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I am always wary of those who on My.
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Me too.
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Is there a drink you can order at the bar called a Banana Sunrise? If not there ought to be. And it ought to require a chair after the first one, so there is my memorization device. And how could a person get depressed when you sit around drinking Banana Sunrises?
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If the bar has Banana Liqueur in stock, I am sure they can invent such a drink on the spot!
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I could devise a whole memory test based round the kitchen. How many trips across the kitchen does it take to get the chicken out of the freezer? You are standing in the middle of the kitchen with a pen in your hand – why? How often do you remember to take the shopping list out to the shops. This is a trick question- if you are still writing lists on paper and not on your smart phone, you fail.
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I failed the trick question.
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