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Birthdays . . .
. . . are good for your health.
The more you have,
the longer you live.
Moving May Damage Your Credit
There other ways than missing or making late payments to damage your credit rating.
Moving can result in a lower credit score because bills may get lost in the mail or may be forwarded but arrive too late to pay on time. The delayed payments, or lack of payment, become blots on your credit history.
Another bit of misinformation is that canceling unused credit cards will improve your credit score. It can do the opposite because you dump a chunk of available credit, lowering the amount of credit available to you while increasing the percentage of available credit that you’re using.
If you do close down a credit card, do it to one with a low credit limit.
I Got Musing . . .
. . .the other morning
about what type of work I might do
and I could see myself hanging mirrors
Exercise Exorcizes Pain
Your muscles, ligaments, and tendons have to be stretched regularly to remain limber and
lubricated. You can start before you get out of bed by lying on your side, pulling your knees up in a fetal position and pushing your butt toward your heels for about 10 seconds. This stretches and pulls your spine into proper position. Do this a couple of times on both sides.
When you get out of bed, kneel on the floor and place your palms on the floor under your shoulders and arch your back toward the ceiling for about five or 10 seconds. Reverse the motion and push your back downward while you push your head toward the ceiling. Hold this for five or 10 seconds. And repeat the sequence three or four times.
Now lay stomach down on the floor and do a half-body push-up. Press your hips on the floor and stretch your head and neck toward the ceiling. Hold this position for five or 10 seconds
and repeat the exercise a three or four times.
Now you can stand up. Spread your legs apart as far as you can without hurting yourself and, while keeping your knees straight, bend forward as far as you can. If your hand touches the floor, fine. Hold this for five or 10 seconds and repeat a few times.
If any of these, or any exercises, cause you pain, either modify the motion or quit.
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Overheard The Woman . . .
. . . at a nearby table today,
tell her meal mate
that she ran into her ex-husband on her morning shopping trip,
Then she backed up and ran into him again.
Aging Politicians Ignore
Aging Population
While there have been loud voices bemoaning the fact that we’re not paying enough attention to climate change, there isn’t even a whimper about what’s happening to our population change. It’s paradoxical that the greying heads in government are paying little attention to the graying of their constituents.
The voters’ rolls are aging at the rate of 10,000 over-65ers every day. You’d think that all those silver-haired politicians would be looking hard at how to accommodate the needs of folks who are growing old just as they are. Even the aging talking heads on television seem ignorant of what’s concerning a growing segment of their viewers.
The apparent reasoning for this blindness to a massive problem is the mantra that 70 is the new 50. And the spreading myth that age is simply a state of mind. Several studies topple this trend in thinking by supporting what we’ve always known – ailing and aching increase as you get older.
No matter how Pollyannaish we may feel, our odds of falling victim to such widespread debilitations as Alzheimer’s disease increase the longer we live. While health-care is high on the list of promises by those seeking votes, the focus usually is on the young who have inadequate coverage rather than the elderly who cannot care for themselves.
Another major concern is the strength and stability of Social Security. Predictors tell us there will be about two workers supporting each recipient by the early 2030s. This was not in any forecasts when there were more than 45 workers for each recipient of benefits when the program was instituted back in the 1930s.
It’s Been Suggested . . .
. . . that you count your friends instead of your years as you age.
So what do you do when all your friends are dead?
This Blog Will Come Alive . . .
. . . shortly after my move is over.
My computer guru knows how to enliven blogging
and will set up a system for me to enhance this tool
into a daily newsletter.
Until then, live happy and have fun.
Godspeed
It Only Takes a Village . . .
. . . to raise a child,
but it takes an entire nation
to send an idiot to the White house
You Need a Computer …
…to fix your phone.
My Panasonic landline phone receiver had an irritating glitch that I decided had to be eliminated after putting up with it for more than a week.
Where the time sits and caller ID appears when the phone rings was a constant message about getting a voice mail from my server. I don’t use voice mail and have no clue how to retrieve any voice mail I receive. And the light on the receiver that blinks ever five seconds when I have missed a call kept on blinking every five seconds.
So I called AT&T to stop this stuff.
After several stops and goes with Mr. Robot Answerer, I was directed to a human. I could hold or opt for a call back. I decided to hold on for “between 7 and 8 minutes.” Then a real person – her name was Sally — asked me what my problem was and transferred me to tech support after I told her about my problem. After a few more minutes of music, the phone went dead. I had been lopped out of the system.
So I called back. Mr. Answerer and I danced around several more rounds despite my asking for a human being time after time. The woman who answered — her name was Helen – transferred met tech service again and I got talking to a woman from somewhere across the Pacific.
It sounded like she was working in a police-station radio room. She asked me for my phone number and clicked in and out a couple of times, then for name, which I had to spell out for. Then she needed my account number, which I had handy in the monthly statement I get from AT&T.
She asked for my telephone number again and was unable to find my phone number, account number or name. So I asked to speak to her supervisor, which she agreed to willingly. However, her supervisor was busy and he would have to call me. His name was Ray.
Is was calling on my cell phone, which I use rarely but felt it was a good idea because I could them have them work on my land line while conversing on my cell phone.
I made a quick trip to the bathroom and heard the cell phone buzzing so I dashed back and the caller hung after two buzzes (rings). So I called that number back and got Mr. Answerer again.
After our verbal dance, and a chat with another female – her name was Vera – I was transferred to tech support again. This time was a charm.
The tech person found my phone and didn’t need the account number but pointed out I had to call the maker of telephone and he would get me the customer support number.
With the Panasonic number given to me, I got Mr. Answerer’s counterpart at Panasonic. I was told I could hold on or ask for a call back in “eight to nine minutes.” I decided to hold on – and on and on and on and on.
I hung up after about 30 minutes and redialed the number and waited about 20 minutes before hanging up.
While awaiting connections all through this process, I managed to pay a few bills and retrieved the instruction booklet that came with the Panasonic telephone when it was purchased. The booklet didn’t help.
So I decided to ask Google how the heck I could get rid of the message on the Panasonic.
And out came a page with instructions.
Simply hold down the # button for eight seconds and the message will disappear, it said.
It did. And so did the light.
This whole process covered some six hours when all I had to do was ask my computer.
Catching Up is Hard to Do
This will be an introduction to my world since we were blocked from this blog in the summer of 2018.
I’m ensconced in a roomy one bedroom apartment in Sunrise of Gilbert, an independent- and assisted-living complex about a mile and a quarter south of downtown Gilbert, one of the two dozen cities that comprise Maricopa County, Arizona, probably better known as metro Phoenix with more than 4.5 million people.
It came to light in a recent conversation that Phoenix is one of the few, if not the only, major U.S. cities that does not have a Little Italy.
The move to this 144-unit building that houses up to 172 people was made 4 1/2 years ago as part of the Californians’ exodus to Nevada, Utah, Texas, and Arizona, turning this long-time staunchly red state into a California-like blue one. Much has changed since the move so there’ll be more on that in the next few installments as I get back up to speed on blogging.
Life here is eventful because they’ve moved me into a volunteer spot as a community ambassador. There are three of us, one on each floor. Among other things, such as supporting staff at community-wide events and spreading the news of developments as they occur, we meet, greet and give an orientation session to newbies. And looking around the dining room now, there are more post-pandemic newbies than pre-pandemic residents here now. That gives you some idea of the turnover, from deaths and movements from this side of the building — independent-living — to the other side — assisted-living — where constant care is required and provided.
There are more than 300 Sunrise locations around the U.S. and Canada (they recently sold a few hundred properties in Britain) but only a handful offer both independent/assisted living services. The massive bulk are assisted-living only.
What stands out at Sunrise, according to the consensus, is the friendly neighborly feeling of each community. Our activities director Mary Weaver works her butt off coming up with events that divert and entertain — theater outings, drives to Jerome, regular shopping trips, jaunts to favorite restaurants, television and slide presentations, swimming-pool nights, BBQs, bingos, card-playing sessions, Western Days, andonandonandon…
I still get out for a bike ride every day, anywhere from three to 8 miles, depending on how I feel, the weather and time of day. Some days I skip it all together. Today, I stopped by the Post Office to mail a couple of packages, picked up a prescription at CVS and stopped at Albertson’s to pick up some chicken wings.
When I got home, computer guru Steve Gubka was waiting in the lounge with news: “I got into your blog,” he said.
We spent the next 90 minutes getting my blog open and me familiar with its new look and operation. And that’s how you got this.
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The Blogger’s Back…
It’s been quite awhile since we last posted here. And a lot has happened since.
Don’t know wot happened way back then but we’ll get you caught up on happenings …
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