OMG, this sounds like about 60% of my conversations these days, whether they are about movies or not. We used to tease my grandmother unmercifully when she'd go through all of her kids names every time she addressed them. If it was one of her daughters she'd say, "Gayle, Joanne, Juanita, I mean Mary." If it was the guys she'd say, "Roy, Ed, James, I mean Billy."
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I just had a really scary thought. It gets worse. My mom is passed away now, but she retired to Carrabelle, Florida to live with her sister on the beach. I'd go down at Thanksgiving, and we'd be sitting on the screened porch eating our Thanksgiving feast (which had evolved to a low country boil sort of thing once they moved to the beach), and they would have these long conversations with each other. Except neither one of them could hear very well. So they were two DIFFERENT conversations altogether. But it never slowed them down at all. A made up example to give you the general idea:
Joanne: Yeah she used to date that boy, Bob was his name.
Juanita: I don't think she hated him, She hated Hank though.
Joanne: He ended up marrying the girl from town.
Juanita: No, Hank got killed in the a car wreck.
Joanne: Car wreck? Oh no, I just saw them five years ago when I went back for Henry's funeral. Let me go call Alice and tell her Bob's dead.
That reminds me of my great-grandmother when I was a kid. She had something of a hearing problem. Usually you would ask her something and my Great-Grandfather would have to repeat what you just said in a loud voice "HE SAID...!" It seemed to work well.
Of course if you said something she really didn't like, her deafness had a mysterious way of being temporarily cured if you know what I mean
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I don't understand... had my son google Swayzee and this is what he came up with.... not how I remember him looking ... too young. That's him, he says.
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Qualification. At some time in the last week you have stood in front of the fridge with your hand on the handle pondering what am I here for and why am I wearing a beret? Am I French?
I definitely qualify. Thanks for the warm welcome.
Getting Old Sucks - and the alternative ain't no cold dish of peaches and cream, either.
I'm hungry - I think. Did I come here for peaches? Maybe some of that potato salad. No, it was ... where are my glasses?
No, but I have stood in front of an open fridge looking for the cup of coffee I was reheating in the microwave.
Famous quote from Citizen Kane; Old Age. It's the only disease you don't look forward of being cured of.
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Loss of hearing isn't necessarily an age thing either. I lost the upper range of my hearing in the early 60s, and refusing a hearing aid all these years has benefited my marriage
One thing changes with age though, and that is that the chase reverses (if a man is naïve enough to believe he was ever the pursuer that is). I think I've mentioned this before, but a while back I was in the grocery store at the yogurt display. An older woman there said to me "I'd do anything for key-lime." Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a younger woman smile broadly.
"A man is as old as the woman he feels." ~ Groucho Marx
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