Things you can't do any more

As you get older things slip away from you.  That's life.

Fishing with my father.

Sunday dinner at Mom's.

Enjoy a bowl of bat soup 

Because of this damn A-FIB that i have I can't do a straight 60 minutes and burn 1100-1200 calories a day on the elliptcial machine.

Can't throw a football very far bc of a bad shoulder

Goose,

I miss fishing with my father at our house in the mountains and dinner with mom for sure.

Lennon, 

My late aunt/uncle used to live in NYC in the same building as lennon..

I miss going to games, concerts, theater with covid

Goose,

I miss fishing with my father at our house in the mountains and dinner with mom for sure.

Lennon, 

My late aunt/uncle used to live in NYC in the same building as lennon..

I miss going to games, concerts, theater with covid

I miss being able to be more direct with people of the younger generation when they make a error in judgement or a correctable error. Now I have to find the "right words" to say not to hurt their feelings or make them want to run to their "safe space". My parents were direct with me and it was SO MUCH more helpful than anything anybody else ever did. 

Throw a curveball....elbow destroyed from throwing so many.

 Folks have been gone for a few years...........I miss the holiday gatherings/meals.

 Being able to go out for a run. Both my ankles are trashed from multiple sprains. I had high ankle sprains before they invented the term.

Yes, family gatherings. Gone or left town. Knees = shot. 2nd replacement coming next month.

Hope to start slow jogging [Treadmill] again someday soon. Scuba Diving is a distant memory.

Dad is gone for some time. We'd go shark fishing in the keys. Duck, Grouse, Deer Hunting in the Midwest. All special memories.

Moms home cooking. Now she gets her meals delivered. Lots of friends have moved on. Still have Jesus Christ and a gal I could not do without.

Sweet.. john and peter Boyle were good friends that just hung out and played Chess in the mid 70's. Been to Dakota many times and when you look from afar, it's a very imposing building.

Play golf without using a cart. Never would've thought as a younger guy id be that guy that has to use a cart out of necessity. Well screw it...I am...just the f like the dudes i used to talk crap about.

Thought i could get older but still be Jack La lanne. 

I miss fultilt poker.  

    Goose : Now am longing for my Grandmother's Chicken Soup, or her Wonderful Coffee from the Old Pot

    Being From Connecticut ,I miss going to any of the 3 Jai Alai Frontons that were around in the 80's .

   It was always a good place to kick back with a few friends.... Bet a few Quinella Wheels or Tri- Fecta Wheels,and have some drinks.

  I made a few bucks there and always had a good time. The Strike just ruined everything.

See properly. I wear cheater glasses, got eyes checked last year, guy said I cannot legally drive. 

Also cannot throw a decent kick anymore. Used to be pretty limber, decent front kick, now i'd be lucky if I could kick a cat in the head.

On a positive note my beer drinking has improved.

About the only thing I can do "good" anymore is fly into a rage...over basically almost nothing

For reality. I miss my gram's donuts and bread 

I know everyone and their brother claims to make them the same but they are not. Gram used lead for the fat for frying the donut. Vegetable oil doesn't give em the same taste at all. Great was hallow it had huge holes to catch the jam and butter when toasted.  

The rooms smelled like a fine bakery in Paris. 

He lilac perfume and the douanne she lived in was warm. It had a welcoming feel gram passed away 20 years ago and the brick house lost its softness it became cold hard . Now the last time I passed seeing her and my dad's grave it seemed abandoned . The newness off the heat pump and the occupiers now seem out of touch with where they are or what they was. 

I remember bickering with her brother over scrabble games. The brat he would exclaim when I come up with words I find in the scrabble dictionary he hated that book. I miss the trout across the road I could always catch the beaver fans the wardens dynamited. Now it's a small trickle. 

I miss the piteness of her sister Ethel and he bungalow hidden her grandkids removed all the bushes that had kept it hidden but steps from the road it looks like a run down shack with vinal siding compared to the hermit type house it was

I miss my uncle lul crunching peanuts without dentures with a wad of chew in his cheek. I miss the laughter the smiles that shown on everyone's face. Now just bitterness seems to engulf the saint John river valley.

This explains a lot 

Mitch: I miss just going for a coffee with you or TAKING DOWN THE HOUSE

Whatevever was always good wit me pal 

Goose .Hit me up when you feel like Making Another Foxwoods Run ,or Better Yet..........Twin River in RI.

For real doja I hope this costs you more than the bankruptcy of you diner. Yah.. it is  like that. 

Karma.

@nature1970

 No idea what you’re saying like always

Anyone care for one of Gram’s famous lead donuts!?

Go away shush,

  No wants your ding bat stew Edith 

Can't eat whatever I want and not gain a pound