It was a nice gesture with good intentions, but I silently resented it. Often these days, I’m experiencing similar gestures. A younger player picked up my golf ball. While looking for something on a lower shelf at a store, I was asked if I needed help getting up.
It’s all very frustrating and depressing—because, you see, I could occasionally use help.
Recently, I gave a short talk to my grandson’s second-grade class about veterans and being in the Army. Trying to relate to seven-year-olds isn’t easy. You quickly learn that information that you take for granted is unknown to them.
“What did George Washington do before he was president?” I asked. “Do you know what a Minuteman was?” Silence.
Their questions included, “Did you ever shoot anyone?” “How was the food?” and “How old were you when you joined the Army?”
I replied “no,” “okay” and “21.”
The teacher then asked the class, “Mr. Quinn is 79 and he joined the Army at age 21. How long ago was that?” There’s that age thing again. A variety of incorrect answers resulted.
I looked at my grandson and he quietly said “58.” The last time I asked him how old I was, he said “100.”
As I get older, my views on money have changed. My wallet opens a bit easier these days—just a bit. Since January, my investments and net worth have dropped by six figures. I was freaking out until it finally dawned on me—with help from my wife—that it didn’t really matter. My chances of seeing a full recovery are less than a 30-year-old’s. But what about retirees my age who are living off their investments every day and would be in trouble without a market recovery?
Think about those retirees living on Social Security plus the median 401(k) balance, which is $82,297 at Vanguard Group for those age 65 or older and $132,101 at another big retirement plan manager, Personal Capital. These retirees don’t have much room for error, especially during times of high inflation. Their senior years may be marked by financial stress—along with everything aging.
Try as we might, we simply can’t forestall the effects of growing older. Good health is a big plus, of course. But I’m convinced that our genes and our attitude are the keys to our condition, though I’ll admit that my experiences with COVID-19—plus the first health scare of my life in 2022—have tested that attitude.
Indeed, to a degree, my outlook hasn’t been the same since. But as the Second World War poster advised during the London Blitz, “Keep Calm and Carry On.” That’s what I intend to do, while maintaining my curmudgeonly outlook. I have limited tolerance for those who approach life—and their finances—without what I define as personal responsibility.
I am with you Dick. 78 and grudgingly accepting old age. I now have young women opening doors for me (no pregnant women yet!). I have kind of learned to go with it. I am now hard of hearing and often tell people that. They are very patient with me and I appreciate that. At times, I use my old age to my advantage.
I am very thankful to still be here and in reasonably good health. Life is good!
I too am learning to leverage the old age thing at times. I also dress to look the part – jeans a flannel shirt and suspenders. I don’t even have to ask for senior discounts any more, they just assume.
Dick, you’ve got a few years on me as I turn 71 next month, and so I appreciate your insights on what to expect over the next decade. Your “curmudgeonly” insights are always enlightening and fun to read.
Just avoid a cruise during the next pandemic or be sure to bring your iPad for entertainment when quarantined. . 🛳
Richard, you may have lost a step, but your sense of humor is fully intact!
Amen!
If only everything was fully intact 😎
I go out and see live music several times a week. It’s getting too common for people who are new to the venue to come up to me and ask which musician is my kid. I’m 67. Ouch.
Be happy, they might have said grandchild. LOL
I plugged your current age into the SSA Retirement & Survivors Benefits Life Expectancy Calculator and the result was 9.3 years. Your current unrealized losses may very well recover and then some during that period.
Very few of us will die at our expected average age but you have financial resources and purpose which appear to aid in a long life. I hope you enjoy attending your grandson’s high school graduation in 2032 and be sure to ask him now for tickets to his college graduation.
I look forward to your next article or comment.
Best, Bill
I like the way you think.
One of my goals is to see at least one grandchild graduate college.
I have a new – stretch – goal as well. One of my grandsons at 14 is an outstanding baseball player, so much so he earned a scholarship to a private high school. Now he says when he is in college he wants to play for the Chatham, Mass team in the Cape Cod baseball league during summers. We have been going to their games for over 40 years.
That would mean more to me than winning the lottery. I just hope by then I’m able to climb into the stands. 🙂
Your version of a “curmudgeonly outlook” is composed of wit and wisdom. When reflecting on aging, your outlook is very inspiring.
You made my day👍