Lighthearted rants and reflections on baby boomer lifestyle, ageing, retirement, fashion, current events, and more . . . .
My world as a retired baby boomer is shrinking. Traffic problems in the Greater Toronto Area have become such a nightmare I’m reluctant to go anywhere. It seems easier to spare my nerves and stay home. Our choked road system has reached the point where I often decline opportunities for social outings rather than deal with the stress of traffic to get there. The volume…
House porn, before you go getting all excited about something which I am not going to deliver on, is the glorious pursuit of everything related to homes and decorating, usually in the form of magazines, websites, blogs, or television programs. Before the current real estate market went berserk, I used to love perusing the real estate section of the newspaper, particularly on the weekend when…
A recent blog I posted was about how boomers are running out of time and now I want to talk about when we do. Estate planning and dying are not subjects we are always comfortable discussing but ones that I have been putting off for far too long. At the risk of sounding morbid (which I suppose it is) baby boomers are now at the…
Baby boomers, who spent their entire careers keeping multiple balls in the air to satisfy their bosses, are now faced with a new form of multitasking. Fortunately, we’ve been well-trained but the tasks demanded by retirement and ageing are a little different and less demanding than when we were still working. Five years ago I posted a piece Don’t Buy Into The Multitasking Myth about the dangers…
Getting a deal from one of our utility providers is such a rare and glorified thing that I’m departing from my usual editorial rant to share a positive experience. Boomers and other seniors are not the only ones who need utility services that are reliable, efficient, and economical. Everyone does. The last time we were cut some slack was during COVID when Ontario Hydro (or…
We’re not talking about George Costanza’s kind of shrinkage issues here, or what happens to our jeans after dessert. The first time I heard the term shrinkage was in 1970 when I was working in the cosmetics department at the Eaton’s College Street store in Toronto (shades of Are You Being Served?). When a young sales girl (we could call them that in those days)…