I'm so sorry Drew.

Completely unrelated: one of my coworkers is converting her St. Patrick's Day decorations to Easter decorations, and it has awakened the temptation for me to daub the lintels of my cubicle with fake blood for Passover. I'm guessing that would not go over well, but it's a pleasant little daydream.

That sucks, Drew. I've been trying to discuss with my parents but they're both a bit hoard-y and have lived in the same house for 30 years. So they've visited a number of local retirement places but don't want to pull the trigger on anywhere...and my mom was like "it just seems so overwhelming" and I had to say it would t be any less overwhelming if one of them (or both of them) was sick or injured and THEN they had to do it. Because they know my sister and I would just drive a dumpster up to the house and start filling it.

Hitting 50 has triggered a lot of contemplation on age on my part. It's hard to know people are preparing to package up your life for disposal, to know you're classified as "A problem to be dealt with" and not "Fully contributing member of society who is master of their own life." I listen to the ads on TV and the radio, and I know I am irrelevant to advertisers, except in cases of incontinence, general decrepitude, and funeral arrangements. Oh, and maybe the occasional expensive vacation, if I happen to be older and wealthy. The fun ads are aimed at people 20 years younger than me. I resent them. I resent having my life and experiences shuffled off the cycle of relevance.

I'm grateful that I was able to convert my life to a stripped-down version while I'm still young enough to handle these things on my own. I'm young enough to build something relevant for the next 15 to 20 years, before I become a situation to be dealt with.

None of this is of any help on coping with aging parents, though. I am selfishly grateful that I was spared the decisions for my own parents. I have deep sympathy for the people who have to deal with this. Transitional stages of life are hard.

Connie, if you were a man the Cialis ads would still be treating you as a desirable customer! You'd get to have massages and take outdoor baths by beaches or scenic waterfalls!

Oh, I was actually thinking of sexual dysfunction as well. I miss Smilin' Bob and his commercials with the wood paneling backgrounds.

Pretty sure that Connie's post was actually about her feelings and only tangential to your stuff, Tep.

I didn't think it was a criticism of our situation! I probably worded it badly. Let me edit.

t edit Actually, I just deleted it, to avoid misunderstanding. I wasn't trying to argue or anything.

Timelies all!

I guess I should be thankful my folks are still able to do the snowbird thing, and plan on doing that as long as my dad's able to drive.(My mom doesn't drive anymore as she has lost her peripheral vision) They will both be 77 this year.