What is still around, that remind you that life is pretty great.

[JPSmit]

Following up from Basil's thread, what are things in your life/ world that are still around that you enjoy and that make you remember that life is pretty great.

I'll start.

Today Mrs JP had to go to see her optometrist. We have been going to this Optometrist since 1990. (a few different doctors) and the office is in Ancaster ON - which Google tells me is 165 miles away. Why drive so far you might ask? Well, two reasons, it is only once a year and Mrs JP has always had poor vision so having a consistant and reliable optometrist in a must. None of which is the point of this thread.

The point is this. We had lunch at a local Mediteranian Restaurant called La Luna. We always have the same thing - She a fattoush salad and a Shish Tawook. I have a fattoush salad and a Shish Kabob. We have been eating lunch there now for 36 years. They have been in the same location with basically the same menu - I swear they are playing the same tapes.

It is always a treat, there is no other restaurant that we have been faithful to for anything even close to that amount of time - and it is good to know that some things don't change.

your turn:

 

[mikephillips]

Having my Sunbeam Alpine out in the garage, had it 52 years this coming summer. Reminds me of my high school days, friends from back then and the adventures of a teen country boy.

Also, while I live in the city suburbs my hometown about an hour away in the country has changed very little over the years. When I get over there for things it fills me with memories. And the fact that family for over 100 years is buried there and I can go talk to the headstones.

 

[Hamish Racing]

Great idea for a thread. A feel good thing.

This was me (circled) next to my dad chewing the fat with his mates at Silverstone UK in about 1978. I was about 14/15.
Then this was me last year having bought dad’s old car back and finding very little has changed.

 

[Basil]

Following up from Basil's thread, what are things in your life/ world that are still around that you enjoy and that make you remember that life is pretty great.

Good topic - maybe start a new thread?

 

[equiprx]

When the missus and I moved to our present home in 1993, I needed a new Primary Care Physician.
I'm glad she was young when we started with her.
Recently she made a move to an office an hour away.
She is still our PC, I expect she will be there to call TOD.

 

[Basil]

My best friend from childhood, Mike. We met when both our dads were stationed at the 98th General Hospital army post in Neubrücke Germany. We were around 11-12 when we met and are good friends to this day. We talk on the phone several times a week.

 

[mikephillips]

I get what you mean, my oldest friend Steve and I have known each other since we were 6 years old or so in Cub Scouts, so over 60 years now. We were part of a small group that worked our way through Eagle as mid teens Boy Scouts as well as high school sports. It's so great to still have an old friend like that around.

 

[equiprx]

My oldest friend, John Mileo, who latched on to me from senior year of high school, 1965.
That was when I lived back east, we went on many adventures together.
He joined the Marine Reserves and I got rejected by the Army.
Not a week went by without a letter from Camp Lejune or Paris Island.
I got a job in a record store and collected the latest Beatles, Beach Boys and Bob Dylan for him.
He got me interested in all that music during that period and more.
When he got back from the Marines we continued our adventures.
Most of them were right after we went on double dates, and we set off after midnight for points unknown.
I moved away to California and he moved to Virginia, but we would call each other every week.
One day he sent me a text that he caught Covid early in the pandemic, that was the last I heard from him.

 

[John Turney]

Following up from Basil's thread, what are things in your life/ world that are still around that you enjoy and that make you remember that life is pretty great.

I'll start.

Today Mrs JP had to go to see her optometrist. We have been going to this Optometrist since 1990. (a few different doctors) and the office is in Ancaster ON - which Google tells me is 165 miles away. Why drive so far you might ask? Well, two reasons, it is only once a year and Mrs JP has always had poor vision so having a consistant and reliable optometrist in a must. None of which is the point of this thread.

The point is this. We had lunch at a local Mediteranian Restaurant called La Luna. We always have the same thing - She a fattoush salad and a Shish Tawook. I have a fattoush salad and a Shish Kabob. We have been eating lunch there now for 36 years. They have been in the same location with basically the same menu - I swear they are playing the same tapes.

It is always a treat, there is no other restaurant that we have been faithful to for anything even close to that amount of time - and it is good to know that some things don't change.

your turn:

Lucky for us, our favorite Chinese restaurant, where we have been going every Friday for lunch for over 30 years is only a block away.

 

[equiprx]

Lucky for us, our favorite Chinese restaurant, where we have been going every Friday for lunch for over 30 years is only a block away.

Ours is Tams, a short 2 miles away but pricey, so we go only for birthdays and anniversary.
Typical lunch for 2 is over $120, but we get about 2 more days of leftovers.
We always get the same dishes, Peking ribs for me and Mu Shu for her.
She who must be obeyed is a vegetarian and so I order the meat.
Hot and sour soup and fried rice lasts for 2 meals Egg fu Young for another.

 

[3798j]

Kinda on topic...

 

[JPSmit]

Good topic - maybe start a new thread?

Isn't this a new thread?

 

[Basil]

Isn't this a new thread?

I think I had a senior moment.

 

[JPSmit]

I think I had a senior moment.

I suspect one of the great things about this thread (and forum) is the ability to laugh at ourselves.

A few years ago MrsJP and I were having lunch at a restaurant in Atlantic Beach NC. It was the only restaurant on the beach side and we were on the patio. Next to us was a reserved table where after a bit two older women (friends) came and sat and a very few minutes later the waiter came up unasked and poured two glasses of wine and stuck the bottle in the wine bucket. After another appropriate period of time the waiter came to take their orders. The one woman pointed at the bottle and said 'don't come for our orders until that bottle is gone.' And we got to listen them laugh and reminisce and joke (we got dragged into their conversation). There was literally nothing more important in the world than their time for each other. I realized to my chagrin that usually after an hour or so I am typically looking at my watch.

I am grateful for senior moments because they beat the heck out of the alternative and even more I appreciate that we don't take ourselves too seriously - especially here. In face let me go so far as to say (after 22 years) that this forum qualifies for this thread.

 

[Basil]

I am grateful for senior moments because they beat the heck out of the alternative and even more I appreciate that we don't take ourselves too seriously - especially here.

I think I posted about this in one of the humor threads, but this is a true story. A little while back I was sitting at my office desk. I got up and went into the kitchen and, to my amazement, I remembered why I went there. That doesn’t happen very often these days. .

 

[JPSmit]

I think I posted about this in one of the humor threads, but this is a true story. A little while back I was sitting at my office desk. I got up and went into the kitchen and, to my amazement, I remembered why I went there. That doesn’t happen very often these days. .

A preacher is visiting one of his parishioners. In the course of the conversation he asks; 'Mrs Jones, do you ever think about the hereafter?'

Oh yes! she replies, I'm forever walking into a room and thinking, 'Now what am I hereafter?'



Back to the thread and in particular posts 2 & 3 and two parts.

a) Old tools. Most of my tools are my own but a few came from my father. In truth I don't really know anymore which are which as they are not noteworthy (were they the black handled pliers or the black handled pliers?) The one exception is a ball peen hammer that came from his tools. Every time I use it I think of him and think of his hands on it.

b) Not so much here but in our previous home in Toronto. There is a Jazz radio station in Toronto and on Sunday evenings they had a Big Band show. I used to love puttering in the garage on Sunday evenings, listening to Big Bands and feeling like I was doing something that had been done for decades.

 

[Gliderman8]

I’m still driving my 1963 Lambretta that I bought used in 1969 when I was 18 years old.
Drove it all through college and for the first two years we were married and only had one car.
It still brings a smile to my face when I drive it