Yes, I overslept again.
I guess I am really an old fogey.
Heck, I just received my Medicare card in the mail, so I guess this great country of ours now, officially, considers me a senior citizen.
It was a watershed moment in my life, and putting that card in my wallet is a moment I will never forget …
Even though I can’t use the card until the month I turn 65 years of age, which is April, so I am still considered too young to use Medicare.
So on the one hand, I am an old fogey, on the other hand, I am still a young’un.
Go figure out how this country treats its older folks.
And heck, if you need further proof, simply look at the Andrew Cuomo mess.
They got him for his ways with a group of women—which honestly, I still don’t believe a word of even though it was found that he sexually harassed about a dozen of them—and now the poor soul has to give back the money he made as a result of a book he somehow found the time to write while leading New York State as its governor during the height of the pandemic, but it was found that he used his underlings to do a lot of the work for him during work time, on the taxpayers’ dime.
Has there been a single mention of what he did to our elderly in nursing homes during the height of the pandemic, sending many of them to certain death and undercounting/under-reporting just how many of our older Americans were impacted?
That is the thing that should have gotten the former governor thrown out of office in the first place, but it isn’t even spoken about anymore.
I guess it simply isn’t as sexy as groping young, nubile women or writing a book that became a best seller.
No, senior citizens, or older Americans, are not looked at as kindly as some might have you think they are in this country.
Heck, not that I didn’t know this myself, but I found out that I was correct in my assumption when I was looking for a job when I was unemployed.
You just know that I—and millions of other older workers—ran into what they call “ageism” when I was looking for work, and couple that with the pandemic, and yes, I got bupkis and was forced to retire too early for my mind, to this day, to grasp the concept.
In other cultures, older citizens are revered, but in this culture, we are kind of shoved aside.
Youth is in, new is always looked at more kindly than old, and while we try to paint a different picture, sorry, it doesn’t work.
Funny, I have to knock wood, because at the ripe old age of 64 and eight months or so, I feel great.
Sure, I have the usual aches and pains that anyone of my age gets, but generally, I do feel fine.
I have had problems with my neck, back, arms and legs, and with my eyes, but generally, I have pretty much put those things all behind me, and at this very moment, I feel great.
My allergies will always be with me, but due to getting monthly allergy shots, at least the symptoms have been mitigated
( … So please, don’t tell me how much it hurts and will pain you for the rest of your life when you get your coronavirus shots, because I am not interested in your supposed plight, as just this past Saturday, I got THREE, count 'em, THREE, allergy shots in my arms all at once, with no problems at all, the same lack of problems that I had when I got my two coronavirus shots.)
Nonetheless, now, forever into the future, when I look into my wallet, I will see my Medicare card, so it signifies that I am an older citizen of this country, and this is one of the benefits that I get being an older citizen …
Less the $148 or so that I will have to pay for this benefit each and every month, so you can call it a “benefit” if you want to, but what benefit do you know that you have to pay for, and pay for out of the meager money you get when retired and on Social Security?
I guess this is another one of those things that you cannot fight city hall for, so you just have to go with the flow, and accept the situation for what it is.
Looking back, this Baby Boomer is so happy that he came into the world when he did, because the experiences my generation have had are really second to none compared with other generations, and in particular the generations that followed us.
I almost feel bad for the younger generations of today, who really think they are living the life … sorry, you don’t really know what “the life” is, certainly in comparison with what my generation has experienced.
Yes, I guess I am talking like an old fogey, but if I am talking like one, I am talking from a stance of pride and accomplishment.
Here is to the next 30 years of my life—or maybe even more than that!
I have my Medicare card. I can now challenge the world!
I guess I am really an old fogey.
Heck, I just received my Medicare card in the mail, so I guess this great country of ours now, officially, considers me a senior citizen.
It was a watershed moment in my life, and putting that card in my wallet is a moment I will never forget …
Even though I can’t use the card until the month I turn 65 years of age, which is April, so I am still considered too young to use Medicare.
So on the one hand, I am an old fogey, on the other hand, I am still a young’un.
Go figure out how this country treats its older folks.
And heck, if you need further proof, simply look at the Andrew Cuomo mess.
They got him for his ways with a group of women—which honestly, I still don’t believe a word of even though it was found that he sexually harassed about a dozen of them—and now the poor soul has to give back the money he made as a result of a book he somehow found the time to write while leading New York State as its governor during the height of the pandemic, but it was found that he used his underlings to do a lot of the work for him during work time, on the taxpayers’ dime.
Has there been a single mention of what he did to our elderly in nursing homes during the height of the pandemic, sending many of them to certain death and undercounting/under-reporting just how many of our older Americans were impacted?
That is the thing that should have gotten the former governor thrown out of office in the first place, but it isn’t even spoken about anymore.
I guess it simply isn’t as sexy as groping young, nubile women or writing a book that became a best seller.
No, senior citizens, or older Americans, are not looked at as kindly as some might have you think they are in this country.
Heck, not that I didn’t know this myself, but I found out that I was correct in my assumption when I was looking for a job when I was unemployed.
You just know that I—and millions of other older workers—ran into what they call “ageism” when I was looking for work, and couple that with the pandemic, and yes, I got bupkis and was forced to retire too early for my mind, to this day, to grasp the concept.
In other cultures, older citizens are revered, but in this culture, we are kind of shoved aside.
Youth is in, new is always looked at more kindly than old, and while we try to paint a different picture, sorry, it doesn’t work.
Funny, I have to knock wood, because at the ripe old age of 64 and eight months or so, I feel great.
Sure, I have the usual aches and pains that anyone of my age gets, but generally, I do feel fine.
I have had problems with my neck, back, arms and legs, and with my eyes, but generally, I have pretty much put those things all behind me, and at this very moment, I feel great.
My allergies will always be with me, but due to getting monthly allergy shots, at least the symptoms have been mitigated
( … So please, don’t tell me how much it hurts and will pain you for the rest of your life when you get your coronavirus shots, because I am not interested in your supposed plight, as just this past Saturday, I got THREE, count 'em, THREE, allergy shots in my arms all at once, with no problems at all, the same lack of problems that I had when I got my two coronavirus shots.)
Nonetheless, now, forever into the future, when I look into my wallet, I will see my Medicare card, so it signifies that I am an older citizen of this country, and this is one of the benefits that I get being an older citizen …
Less the $148 or so that I will have to pay for this benefit each and every month, so you can call it a “benefit” if you want to, but what benefit do you know that you have to pay for, and pay for out of the meager money you get when retired and on Social Security?
I guess this is another one of those things that you cannot fight city hall for, so you just have to go with the flow, and accept the situation for what it is.
Looking back, this Baby Boomer is so happy that he came into the world when he did, because the experiences my generation have had are really second to none compared with other generations, and in particular the generations that followed us.
I almost feel bad for the younger generations of today, who really think they are living the life … sorry, you don’t really know what “the life” is, certainly in comparison with what my generation has experienced.
Yes, I guess I am talking like an old fogey, but if I am talking like one, I am talking from a stance of pride and accomplishment.
Here is to the next 30 years of my life—or maybe even more than that!
I have my Medicare card. I can now challenge the world!
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