Born in '92, wife born in '93. We own our home and work day jobs. The pay is fine. I mean, we own our house so I guess we’re doing better than a lot of others our age.
If I buy a thing, I go out of my way to buy something repairable. I’m not swapping board components, mind you, but I can swap a laptop battery, change my engine oil, replace a home thermostat, you get it. Plumbing, I refuse to do. I’ll do minor electrical work, but plumbing is a whole animal. It’s not a science. It’s wizardry. But small maintenance items I do all day. Last weekend, I cleaned my gutters and trimmed some small trees branches away from my house. That was probably $500 worth of work I did in an hour.
I just want to play my video games, eat good food, wrench on my aging car, and also be in bed by 9.
I do spin up a CD sometimes for the fun of it.
I won’t call us old yet, but I feel age creeping up on me. My heels hurt all the time and my knees don’t take going down stairs as well as they once did. Getting fat didn’t help, but I am down 25 pounds since early November. Got that going for me. And I did climb the stairs down the Space Needle at nearly 300 pounds. I’ve still got a little fight left in me.
I’m a few months shy of forty and my body has been racked with stroke damage among other maladies. Aging isn’t that bad. We’ll still be spry. As long as you move your body, your body will still move. Physical therapy in all its forms is important.
Good job on the weight loss. That’s my current project, too.
I don’t own a scale, but today was the first time in adult life I could see my toes while standing straight.
My plan is to make 41 the year I’m in the best shape of my life.
Shit.
Me sitting here still working a day job with my ancient, born-in-1970, worn-out self. Sounds like I should be retired already, if not dead.
They aren’t wrong though. Find yourself an old person. We just want to sit, eat, watch a little TV, and be in bed by 9.
Bonus: some of us know how to fix the shit that falls apart, and many of us even own a house.
Before you get all excited, I’m already taken. Some young thing already got me hitched (she was born in 1971).
Legend has it, that a ghost roams this cubicle. Sometimes, when the inbox is full, you can here him moan about missing paperclips.
Born in '92, wife born in '93. We own our home and work day jobs. The pay is fine. I mean, we own our house so I guess we’re doing better than a lot of others our age.
If I buy a thing, I go out of my way to buy something repairable. I’m not swapping board components, mind you, but I can swap a laptop battery, change my engine oil, replace a home thermostat, you get it. Plumbing, I refuse to do. I’ll do minor electrical work, but plumbing is a whole animal. It’s not a science. It’s wizardry. But small maintenance items I do all day. Last weekend, I cleaned my gutters and trimmed some small trees branches away from my house. That was probably $500 worth of work I did in an hour.
I just want to play my video games, eat good food, wrench on my aging car, and also be in bed by 9.
I do spin up a CD sometimes for the fun of it.
I won’t call us old yet, but I feel age creeping up on me. My heels hurt all the time and my knees don’t take going down stairs as well as they once did. Getting fat didn’t help, but I am down 25 pounds since early November. Got that going for me. And I did climb the stairs down the Space Needle at nearly 300 pounds. I’ve still got a little fight left in me.
But man, I’m not looking forward to 40.
I’m a few months shy of forty and my body has been racked with stroke damage among other maladies. Aging isn’t that bad. We’ll still be spry. As long as you move your body, your body will still move. Physical therapy in all its forms is important.
Supply plumbing is no big deal (including soldering copper pipe); it’s the drain/vent side that’s intimidating.
Good job on the weight loss. That’s my current project, too.
I don’t own a scale, but today was the first time in adult life I could see my toes while standing straight.
My plan is to make 41 the year I’m in the best shape of my life.
Ugghh, you could at least be available for rent.
I could ask her. She might go for it.