Yes, the world is moving on without us Boomers. Rizz was just acknowledged to be a word. As if it was so hard to say charismatic, we had to shorten it?? I want to say don’t get me started, but I’ve already started!!

Where was I? Oh, right. The world is moving on without Boomers and the proof is right in front of us.

No one is writing checks. Really. Every bill is paid online. Sometimes automatically. It’s a miracle.

There is no need for china cabinets now. Never mind that it’s weird to call dishes by the name china, but who cares, they are out. If you still have one, you could convert to a liquor cabinet.

Landline phones. What are those? And rotary dials? Really? You had to stick your finger in there and risk getting it stuck. It’s finally time to toss the Princess phone.

News papers. I split it into two words just to remind everyone that there was a time when some kid would throw a rolled up hunk of paper at your door and that’s how you found out what the hell was going on.

Cable TV. See landline phones. If there’s no more wires, then one of these days soon, there’s no cable. Deal with it.

If you don’t recognize the phone number, you don’t answer. That means spam calls are dead. Then you only need to worry about spam emails, hacked Facebook accounts and frozen computer screens. What a relief.

Personal service? Soon we will all be saying what was that? The Japanese have been vending machine crazy for years, selling everything from ice cream and crepes, to underwear and seafood. Coming here soon in a big way. On the plus side, it should protect us somewhat during the next covid event but I’m going to miss talking to a real person when I want a piece of pie or some AA batteries. You’ve probably seen TV ads for cars sold out of a vending machine, so there’s no end to its potential.

Is this focus on how the world is changing and moving on beyond our boomerness a bit over the top? Yes. Too bad. We’re still feeling entitled.

Jay Harrison is a writer and creative consultant for DesignConcept. You can also visit his author page here. His newest mystery novel, Rio Puerco Demise is available on Amazon. His first mystery novel, Head Above Water, is also available on Amazon. But that’s not all – you can also purchase the Best of BoomSpeak on Amazon.

By the way, I went to look for a picture of an old Princess telephone, and almost everything that came up in the search were pictures of little girls dressed as princesses and holding iPhones. Sheesh!

This head cold or whatever it was kicked my butt. I wondered if I got false negatives on the Covid tests, but I guess it doesn’t matter now. I’m recovered, except for some lingering sinus issues. That’s probably related to seasonal allergies, which everyone is complaining about. I’ve taken to the neti pot, and that helps clear the congestion.

Dale caught my cold, and all that congestion made his snoring worse. One night it was so bad I almost called 911. But then I thought, oh, just put the pillow over his face and be done with it. I’m pleased to report he survived the night and has a bright future. The things I do for this man!

I finally felt good enough to go back to swimming. It had been a few weeks, and I felt stiffness in my left arm. I thought, kick a little harder and take the pressure off the arm. So, now I have muscle cramps in my leg. No good deed goes unpunished. It’s better today, so I assume this, too, shall pass. I’ll probably do a short walk just to keep it moving.

That’s kind of my philosophy about all these age-related aches and pains – just keep moving. Although I love to read, I start to feel sluggish when I lie around for hours at a time. I always feel better when I get outside and do something. Of course, I’d play golf if I was on death’s doorstep. And, in fact, have. I played regularly when I was on chemo for stage 3 ovarian cancer. I didn’t want to fall behind just in case I lived.

I subscribed to PBS Masterpiece. I’ve always liked my crime dark and hard-boiled, but I must be softening with age. Like a ripe Camembert. Probably more like an old cucumber. 

My sister’s goal is to watch every single Hallmark movie aired between Thanksgiving and Christmas. I might be softening up, but that is her dream, not mine. I do like Elf and Christmas in South Park, so I’m not a complete grinch.

Do you dream about work? I had a weird one last night. Six years, and I still can’t get that business out of my head. But it’s not all bad. When I was working, I put all the money I could into various savings plans, and two of them are set up to make annual distributions for five years. This was year two, so I got my little cash infusion, and I forgave them for the bad dreams.

Donna Pekar is an aging badass (for real) who lives in California and writes Retirement Confidential.

Today, I had the chance to visit with a long-time friend and his wife. In this case long-time means upper seventies. In a hallway was a sweet picture of my buddy and his wife — when they were first married. He just looked like a younger version of himself. She beamed with youthful prettiness, really attractive.

I’m in their same age bracket, but I’m recently widowed. And I’m aware of a new gap in our togetherness. I’m single. They’re together. There’s a kind of solidity and structure in married couples that allows for continued friendship with now-single friends…thank god. But it really is different. I’m in a new frame, looking for something that goes beyond the quiet huddling, the bedroom cuddling, the stability of playing house with predictable chores and support like shopping together and cooking and doctor’s visits.

Similar, but in a new way, with new limits and angles. Child rearing is off the table…hopefully, if not your own then your progeny’s. Wage earning is complete. Comfort, fun, travel, gentle hobbies or just plain reading and relaxation fill the days. And if we are lucky in health and adequate wealth the agenda for our later time together slides to companionship, caring and convenience, beyond the larger life goals of family and career and solvency.

But it’s still a crap shoot beyond the wrinkles around the eyes, family longevity and the power in your golf-swing. Pairing in old age is certainly about compatibility and shared interests beyond grandkids, in-laws, religion and vegan diet. Can it work? Sure, it can. But it has the feel of a similar game…like moving from tennis to ping-pong. New partners add the joy of shared interests in special recipes and favorite restaurants and dancing and music and, and, and. We are living our life at another level of pacing and depth…scuba diving versus racing over the waves. Intense in its own way.

So, of course, there’s quite a change, I find, as I age. No longer drugged by the pheromones of early attractions, there is still, of course, very real attraction, mellowed by the life experience that we bring to the connection, and of course the shared comfort of sharing comfortably with another well past all the busy-ness of the past but rich and mellow, nonetheless.

Retired trainer, and writing instructor, Joe Novara lives in Kalamazoo, Michigan. Writings include novels, short stories, a memoir and various poems, plays, anthologies and articles. Read more at https://freefloatingstories.wordpress.com/

Think your kids/relatives are going to want your stuff when you’re gone. They’ll take your money for sure, but pass on the stuff. You can’t blame them. No one does formal entertaining anymore so what the heck can you do with china and glass service for 12?

The real shock comes when boomers ask the kids what they want and they are truly stumped by the question. Not the antiques, not the expensive furniture, not the rocking chair, definitely not the photo albums. Clothing? Real fur? No way. Women might nibble at the purses and men will cherry pick some tools, but that may be the best you can expect. Scroll through eBay and you’ll see what people are almost begging you to take off their hands.

Younger generations live for the most part in smaller homes/apartments, and their taste is dramatically different from yours. Just the idea of sorting through all your belongings is a major turn-off.

You could start selling off your stuff but even that comes with some disappointments. Nothing that you own is worth what you think it is. Not even close. Entire dining room sets for $100? Big pieces that no one wants just end up broken down and tossed.

Whatever you do, experts advise don’t put it in storage. That ends up being someone’s major headache down the line and the kids still won’t want any of it, which means it’s going to strangers or the landfill.

Do you really want to think about your kids or relatives going through your belongings to cull anything of value? If you’re trying to give them the stuff now, what you’re really doing is downsizing yourself while you try to upsize them.

Experts advise that you ask the offspring/relatives what they want and give it to them NOW. When you’re gone, the removal company can come in and take care of whatever is left. Don’t feel bad. You enjoyed your stuff. It doesn’t mean that anyone else needs to love it or live with it.

Final advice from the pros is do not put this off. Dispensing with a lifetime’s accumulation of possessions is neither easy nor quick. Donating your possessions to people that really need them will make you feel better, knowing it’s going to people who need and appreciate it.

The good news is that your abode will look a lot and feel more roomy and be easier to clean. You can finally get that RoombaVacuum!

Jay Harrison is a writer and creative consultant for DesignConcept. You can also visit his author page here. His newest mystery novel, Rio Puerco Demise is available on Amazon. His first mystery novel, Head Above Water, is also available on Amazon. But that’s not all. You can also purchase the Best of BoomSpeak on Amazon.

It was after dinner that I was at my computer working on some documents when I noticed something from my right side near the bookcase in the corner floating down to the floor. It was a white piece of paper and for some reason, I keep on working on my computer.

After a couple of minutes, I still saw this white piece of paper and where could it come from. So, I got up and went over to pick it up, and to my surprise when I turned it over it was a photo. It was a picture of my late life partner Bill; he was standing next to a large purple Budda and Bill was rubbing his stomach for good luck. It was taken in Las Vegas many years ago and I had forgotten I had it. But where in the bookcase could this have come from?

I was not surprised at this because I have noticed other happenings when Bill would come to visit. He was quiet and not to be seen when he came to visit. Having these occurrences was a good thing that he was happy and was checking up on me and my cat Harriet.

Then less than a week later I came into the bedroom/office and found another piece of white paper on the floor again by the bookcase. I thought what could this be? I picked it up and to my surprise, it was another photo. This time it was Bill with my sister June and her husband Izzy. It too was taken in Las Vegas at one of the casinos. They were all smiling and happy.

I have been visited by family members before and thought it was a good idea to have them visit. Some people may not believe in these visits, but I enjoy them. There is a mystery to these times and what I find around the house. When I told my sister June, she first did not believe me and what were the chances that this one photo would be found on the floor.

Who knows when the next time someone will come and leave a hint that they have come to say hello? All these hellos have been good and reassuring that they are here around us and keeping an eye on us.

Robert A Bak lives in Albuquerque, NM