god yes—I didn’t save the cards , just scanned them (for a player I had even heard of )so I mostly justtossed ’em, happily chomping on that sweet sweet gum., riding home on my bike… with a comic book in my back pocket for later.
I was a paperboy. I had my own spending money.
life was good
I think these are transfer tattoos’ that came in cereal boxes or maybe packets of gums too. The dots looks suspiciously like the paint with water colouring books that would bleed a colour you as “painted” with water on your brush.
More fake lunar photographs as published in “THE ATLANTIC”. magazine 😁 (This is the second one that won’t post as a link / again, new window).
The article is actually a really good read.
When my daughter worked in the Provincial Medical Lab, she said that the number of confirmed STD results was astronomical when it came to “Nursing Homes” and “Senior’s Lodges”…
Kinda made sense, eh? No worries about birth control… And, what else was there for the seniors to do???
They’re put into these places, often by family, though a few move into them by choice.
Long term partners may not come with them because they don’t need care, or may have passed away.
Institutions and society in general avert their eyes from any need or desire, not just for that, but also for partnership or affection, in anyone they deem “elderly” or even just “disabled”, who must live in a place providing physical care.
Some caregivers understand that, others are shocked, and place needless barriers on those activities, even including platonic friendship.
And at times, partners — if they are still alive — don’t end up in the same place as their life-long spouse. Heart-breaking.
You mentioned… Needs and desires!!! Basic. Human. Needs.
I saw that with my father, widowed at age 73, although he remained in his own home and found a new spouse 18 months after my mother had passed. Although he and I were never close, I could see that he was looking for that “certain companionship”. Even though I saw that his choice was poor (! very !), I could not say anything other that what he said to me when I got married to my wife some 54 years ago, “Well, you are over the age of majority…” Gone now, since 2001.
And I also saw it with my father-in-law, he did not remarry after his wife passed, he stayed at home until he could no longer be safe, so we moved him at age 86 to a senior’s lodge very close to us so we could visit, but he still was “a sexual being” up to his last breath in the hospital, at age 90, gone some 6 years now.
I just do not understand where our society got the idea that “old people don’t DO IT at their (elderly) age”. Rosemarie and I were at a club gathering, it happened to be our 48th anniversary, and one of the young women (about 30-ish) asked us, point-blank and factually, if we still had sex at our age… She was serious, she really couldn’t get her mind around it, she thought that you get old, you stop…
We have a long way, a very long way, to go on understanding this basic human need.
I worked years ago with a woman who worked multiple jobs, including as an aide in a nursing home. Apparently, one day she happened upon two of the home’s residents in flagrante. I suggested that the home, or the staff, should have held some sort of ceremony, perhaps involving medals for the two residents. Instead, she told me that they had moved one or both of them so that they could no longer “fraternize.” 😪
I imagine that it does depend upon the circumstances. What I had written prior was basically based on the “normal relationship” a pairing may have, that is, with all of their faculties being intact. But I can see in a situation wherein there is diminished understanding, or forced/unforced coercion, that there is a need to separate the participants for their own safety or their own well-being. Brings a new meaning to the term, “Memory Suite”, not to be facetious about it, but there can be a gentle manner in which to do this. Sex is a basic driving force, even in our end-days. There is always that parable about candy-stores and kids…
For a while I did hair in a convalescent hospital.
Most of the residents were on government assistance, so it was pretty bare-bones, with few amenities.
No common rooms or lounging areas, and they lived 4 or 6 to a room.
There was a women’s wing and a men’s wing, with double doors in between.
Any resident caught on the wrong side, even having a conversation in the hallway or between the two doors, was swiftly removed.
….
Then when my father had Alzheimer’s, he was moved from a place where he could no longer care for himself to a geriatric hospital, then a small care home, then an Alzheimer’s residence.
He always found a girlfriend, anywhere he lived….
Yes, he had quite diminished understanding… But it made him happy, and he always found a woman who enjoyed his company
….
He couldn’t “do anything” any more, but he thought he could… And he had no control over his finances.
In the residence where he spent his final 5 years, his girlfriend was even older, and in a wheelchair.
They liked each other, and would sit together in the shared living room, and giggle, and make big plans to run away together and have children. They were happy.
…..
The director called us and the woman’s family, and told us that she wasn’t “safe” from his advances, that Dad was making trouble and needed to leave her alone.
Her family moved her away. Her daughter let her call my dad one day, and she was crying. Dad was miserable.
It is not how you nor I would like to live in our final days. So, why would anyone subject anyone, let alone their parent, to such sadness. To such a miserable existence?
Like I said at my opening comment… Such a very long way to go…
Our intramural sports teams were the “Sidehill Gougers” I looked for our T-shirt logo (drawn by a famous cartoonist) on Google, but I guess it was too long ago…
There was a tv add kinda like that. One of the symptoms was possession by Beelzebub, i believe.
It was for a investment company and the guy is watching this on tv and he reaches for is phone and called his broker.
It must have been mentioned in reply to a previous run of this comic, but they list “anemia” twice among the worst side-effects. Does that mean it’s twice as likely as the others?
Eric Clapton playing in a parking lot in Skokie in 1969 for the opening of a clothes boutique. He got free jeans out of the deal. He was appearing in Chicago with Bonnie and Delaney, and did this as a side gig.
I’ve been offered, or even have taken, legitimate (or so they say) drugs, that have side effects worse than the problem they’re prescribed for, or could possibly cause dreadful ones in the future.
I’m not alone in that… friends and loved ones have been harmed by medications that also saved them.
It’s a scary business, hoping they’ll cause more good than harm, or rejecting them because you’d rather have what you’ve already got than take a chance on something you don’t.
Modern medicine is miraculous, but occasionally it’s like roulette.
Tell that our property manager – that c*** told us to get rid of our books. “You haven’t read that in the last two years…” “The books have to go!!!” ?????
.
..
Collector cards?
With a stick of waxy bubble gum.
What’s not to like if you’re a 7-12 year old kid?
god yes—I didn’t save the cards , just scanned them (for a player I had even heard of )so I mostly justtossed ’em, happily chomping on that sweet sweet gum., riding home on my bike… with a comic book in my back pocket for later.
I was a paperboy. I had my own spending money.
life was good
And you learned to work 7 days a week. I did that from when I was 11. Good exercise, paid for a bike, and later a car.
I think these are transfer tattoos’ that came in cereal boxes or maybe packets of gums too. The dots looks suspiciously like the paint with water colouring books that would bleed a colour you as “painted” with water on your brush.
…
Somebody got a new thesaurus!
Read the comic at this U.R.L (for some reason this will not post as a link / open in a new window so you don’t lose this page).
https://comicbookplus.com/?dlid=18028
thanks for that!
“The chances of anything coming from Mars, are a million-to-one.” He said.
“The chances of anything coming from Mars, are a million-to-one.”
But still, they come.
.
Jeff Wayne’s – Musical Version of ‘The War of the Worlds’.
Told ya it was fake!
More fake lunar photographs as published in “THE ATLANTIC”. magazine 😁 (This is the second one that won’t post as a link / again, new window).
The article is actually a really good read.
https://www.theatlantic.com/photo/2021/07/apollos-first-lunar-rover-driven-50-years-ago/619528/
I snatched up that shot of the last parking spot for the lunar rover for tomorrow.
Funny, he doesn’t look like a cat…
Hey Bowser! Can’t you read? The sign says “No Loitering.” Show me the machine that has your stuff in it.
They are, however very expensive…
As are nursing homes.
I bet they could ply both trades in some nursing homes.
When my daughter worked in the Provincial Medical Lab, she said that the number of confirmed STD results was astronomical when it came to “Nursing Homes” and “Senior’s Lodges”…
Kinda made sense, eh? No worries about birth control… And, what else was there for the seniors to do???
And many have no outlet…
They’re put into these places, often by family, though a few move into them by choice.
Long term partners may not come with them because they don’t need care, or may have passed away.
Institutions and society in general avert their eyes from any need or desire, not just for that, but also for partnership or affection, in anyone they deem “elderly” or even just “disabled”, who must live in a place providing physical care.
Some caregivers understand that, others are shocked, and place needless barriers on those activities, even including platonic friendship.
Oh, Susan, you are so absolutely correct!
And at times, partners — if they are still alive — don’t end up in the same place as their life-long spouse. Heart-breaking.
You mentioned… Needs and desires!!! Basic. Human. Needs.
I saw that with my father, widowed at age 73, although he remained in his own home and found a new spouse 18 months after my mother had passed. Although he and I were never close, I could see that he was looking for that “certain companionship”. Even though I saw that his choice was poor (! very !), I could not say anything other that what he said to me when I got married to my wife some 54 years ago, “Well, you are over the age of majority…” Gone now, since 2001.
And I also saw it with my father-in-law, he did not remarry after his wife passed, he stayed at home until he could no longer be safe, so we moved him at age 86 to a senior’s lodge very close to us so we could visit, but he still was “a sexual being” up to his last breath in the hospital, at age 90, gone some 6 years now.
I just do not understand where our society got the idea that “old people don’t DO IT at their (elderly) age”. Rosemarie and I were at a club gathering, it happened to be our 48th anniversary, and one of the young women (about 30-ish) asked us, point-blank and factually, if we still had sex at our age… She was serious, she really couldn’t get her mind around it, she thought that you get old, you stop…
We have a long way, a very long way, to go on understanding this basic human need.
I don’t like what you say but I liked that you said it
I worked years ago with a woman who worked multiple jobs, including as an aide in a nursing home. Apparently, one day she happened upon two of the home’s residents in flagrante. I suggested that the home, or the staff, should have held some sort of ceremony, perhaps involving medals for the two residents. Instead, she told me that they had moved one or both of them so that they could no longer “fraternize.” 😪
Well… an eye-opener, but not an unknown.
I imagine that it does depend upon the circumstances. What I had written prior was basically based on the “normal relationship” a pairing may have, that is, with all of their faculties being intact. But I can see in a situation wherein there is diminished understanding, or forced/unforced coercion, that there is a need to separate the participants for their own safety or their own well-being. Brings a new meaning to the term, “Memory Suite”, not to be facetious about it, but there can be a gentle manner in which to do this. Sex is a basic driving force, even in our end-days. There is always that parable about candy-stores and kids…
I know that happens because I’ve seen it…
For a while I did hair in a convalescent hospital.
Most of the residents were on government assistance, so it was pretty bare-bones, with few amenities.
No common rooms or lounging areas, and they lived 4 or 6 to a room.
There was a women’s wing and a men’s wing, with double doors in between.
Any resident caught on the wrong side, even having a conversation in the hallway or between the two doors, was swiftly removed.
….
Then when my father had Alzheimer’s, he was moved from a place where he could no longer care for himself to a geriatric hospital, then a small care home, then an Alzheimer’s residence.
He always found a girlfriend, anywhere he lived….
Yes, he had quite diminished understanding… But it made him happy, and he always found a woman who enjoyed his company
….
He couldn’t “do anything” any more, but he thought he could… And he had no control over his finances.
In the residence where he spent his final 5 years, his girlfriend was even older, and in a wheelchair.
They liked each other, and would sit together in the shared living room, and giggle, and make big plans to run away together and have children. They were happy.
…..
The director called us and the woman’s family, and told us that she wasn’t “safe” from his advances, that Dad was making trouble and needed to leave her alone.
Her family moved her away. Her daughter let her call my dad one day, and she was crying. Dad was miserable.
Why??
True, Susan.
WHY, indeed.
It is not how you nor I would like to live in our final days. So, why would anyone subject anyone, let alone their parent, to such sadness. To such a miserable existence?
Like I said at my opening comment… Such a very long way to go…
2006.
I wanna see that from the other side.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sidehill_gouger
Thanks… I thought of them too, but I couldn’t remember what they were were called.
I just hope this kitty goes the other direction sometimes.
Our intramural sports teams were the “Sidehill Gougers” I looked for our T-shirt logo (drawn by a famous cartoonist) on Google, but I guess it was too long ago…
Yes.
Done!
And?
next time try doing it left handed
They kinda stand out, what with that extra line on the bottom.
I bet the other kids made fun of them.
My brain finally kicked in and I solved it.
There was a tv add kinda like that. One of the symptoms was possession by Beelzebub, i believe.
It was for a investment company and the guy is watching this on tv and he reaches for is phone and called his broker.
That statement should be reversed:
Olympus Mons: 88,582.7 feet / Everest 29,032 feet division says 3.051209010746762193441719481951 times
Olympus Mons 88,582.7 feet / Mauna Kea 30,610 feet division says 2.8947648769648050717296820365348 times
It must have been mentioned in reply to a previous run of this comic, but they list “anemia” twice among the worst side-effects. Does that mean it’s twice as likely as the others?
Blame it on brain cloud.
It’s a puzzle.
Find the two duplicates.
You found one.
Nighthawks very kindly does this for our entertainment.
I think it’s nice of him
kidney failure is the other
uh yeah…. a puzzle. yeah. that’s it.
that s the ticket
Eric Clapton playing in a parking lot in Skokie in 1969 for the opening of a clothes boutique. He got free jeans out of the deal. He was appearing in Chicago with Bonnie and Delaney, and did this as a side gig.
Wow… This seems crazy.
By 1969, Eric Clapton was world famous…
He’d already been in several famous bands, then the very successful early supergroup, Cream, and maybe by then was already part of Blind Faith.
I’d think he’d be mobbed in a parking lot… and it’s not like he needed free jeans!
I’ve been offered, or even have taken, legitimate (or so they say) drugs, that have side effects worse than the problem they’re prescribed for, or could possibly cause dreadful ones in the future.
I’m not alone in that… friends and loved ones have been harmed by medications that also saved them.
It’s a scary business, hoping they’ll cause more good than harm, or rejecting them because you’d rather have what you’ve already got than take a chance on something you don’t.
Modern medicine is miraculous, but occasionally it’s like roulette.
I cringe when a doctor tells me: let’s try this
Me too.
I’ve been known to refuse.
My bad reaction to statins is a good example.
Before I forget…
And good night, all!
From yesterday.
Thanks for confirming the kitten . 🙂
You’re welcome.
From yesterday.
What’s that they say that there are no new jokes (and I did warn that it was a groaner)?
My reply wasn’t meant to be criticism or to call you out for telling an old joke… I was just sharing it in another form.
I happen to be a huge fan of old jokes… I was raised on them, and they constitute a large percentage of my bloodstream.
I make up loads of puns, and say dopey things I happen to find amusing, with full knowledge that I probably wasn’t the first and won’t be the be last…
It’s okay, as long as somebody enjoys it… And even so, I’m used to blank stares and even eye rolls from those who don’t.
A good joke bears repeating…. 🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸
does that apply to puzzles, songs and cartoons that are repeated ad infinitum here?
Absolutely.
You don’t throw away a first edition Steinbeck because you’ve already read it!
Tell that our property manager – that c*** told us to get rid of our books. “You haven’t read that in the last two years…” “The books have to go!!!” ?????
Why does the property manager get to tell you what to throw away?
Was it some kind of home inspection?
Usually property managers manage the building, not the tenants’ personal property.
Yes.