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On April 1st 2014, (thank goodness March is gone, in like a lion, out like a lion) maybe now we will get at least a hint of spring. It doesn’t have the spring smell yet, and we haven’t heard any peepers. In June the OFs might be complaining the other way, but for now, let’s have a little spring before summer gets here. This Tuesday morning the OF met at the Middleburgh Diner, in Middleburgh with the usual weather report from the OFs.

Many of the OFs harkened back to when they were in school and there really was no emphasis put on saving for retirement. Saving money yes, but for retirement not so much. When the OFs were young many people died before they reached retirement age, so nobody really worried about it. Then came WWII, Hitler, and medicine took off, quickly followed by technology and modern pharmaceuticals and now the OFs are really OFs, and active OFs, and well into our retirement years and wondering what we should have done differently to prepare financially when we were working. The OFs are here now, so what happens, happens.

This next discussed item pertains to not only OFs but also to their ladies (unless some are lucky enough to have ladies 20 years their junior) and that is getting down and up. (We are already up, so it’s down and up for us). Most of the OFs say they can get down, but getting up ─ now that is a problem. The OFs all have a different way to attack getting up, some have to have the left foot in back, plus something to push on. Other OFs say that if they have to get down, and they are away from any hefty object they can grab on to, they then have to crawl to something that is sturdy enough for them to push on to get up.

One OF mentioned that this really gets in the way of routine housework, like cleaning under things, or getting down to put the chair glides back under the chairs. Simple things that used to be so normal now become major projects.

Another OF said that not only does he have trouble getting down and up, but he has shrunk in stature so that he is finding he can’t reach items on the top shelf even without standing on his tip toes. This OF says his whole range of motion has changed. The OF says he would rather get down on one knee to pick something up than bend over, as long as there is something solid next to him which will help him get up. Bending over for any length of time makes his face flush and his back hurt. Ah, the golden years. The golden years, one OG quipped, is the money the OFs pay the person who comes once a week to clean they are getting the gold.

On a completely different topic the OFs talked about making deals ─ or not. It seems to many of the OFs that sweetheart deals are always going to someone else and not to them. One OF mentioned the deal one of his relatives made at an estate sale and from the OFs telling it sounded like this was legalized robbery more than a deal. The OFs all bemoaned the fact that they are never around when these great deals happen or if they happen to be present when a great deal is to be had all they have in their wallets is five bucks.

An OF made an interesting observation by commenting how they notice that really good deals are never advertised, they just seem to happen. There was a little mumbling around the table that affirmed the OF’s observation. It was alluded to by some that the old adage of being in right place at the right time had a lot to do with it. An OG added that being decisive and jumping at the deal is also important. If you are wishy-washy someone else will run away with your deal.

Some of the OFs get dressed by grabbing what is on top of the pile and putting it on and heading out. “We all do that,” said an OF, “I am not going to stand around to make sure this color shirt goes with this color pant, and these socks match the whole thing. I just grab whatever is clean and on top.”

That was apparent this morning when one OF showed up in a coat that made him look like he had lost twenty pounds. When questioned the OF said he hadn’t lost any weight and when the OF looked at himself he said, “Gee, I don’t think this is my coat.” “I guess it isn’t,” said another OF, “Unless you have had a sex change operation ─ that coat has the buttons on the left.” “Ah,” the OF said, “It must be my wife’s. I grabbed it because it was on top.” Case closed.

Those OFs that attended the breakfast at the Middleburgh Diner in Middleburgh and arrived fully clothed (no matter whose clothes they were) were: Dave Williams, Frank Pauli, Robie Osterman, Miner Stevens, John Rossmann, George Washburn, Harold Guest, Mark Traver, Roger Chapman, Andy Tinning, Jack Norray, Lou Schenck, Mace Porter, Ken Hughes, Bill Krause, Mike Willsey, Elwood Vanderbilt, Gill Zabel, Harold Guest, Gerry Chartier, and me.

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