Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Warning signs

We are away to Perth at the weekend, it's Walter's youngest grandaughter's 2nd birthday, so I have been busy making some new bears to take to the outlet I have found there. Well actualy she found me, having bought one of my bears, and really loving it, she asked me to put some in her lovely store, it's in an outer suburb of Perth, called Kalamunda. Taking them up by car is the only reliable way of delivering them. I also have to deliver one that was ordered,so I'm happy about that.

Walter has decided to join the local Woodturning club here, one of our friends has introduced him to it and he has decided to give it a try. They meet every Thursday, so it is a good way for him to have some male company. He is going to buy some tools in Perth while we are there. He has always hated working with wood, he complains that it gives him splinters, so it will be interesting to see how it all goes.


Some how we all seem to be preoccupied with growing old, perhaps because that is what is happening to us, anyway I found these and thought I would share them.

How do we know if we are already "over the hill" or simply teetering at the summit of that slippery slide to oblivion?.

Some warning signs.

You start saying things like: "In my day... When I was young... In the good old days..."

You can't see the numbers on the bathroom scale without holding your stomach in.

The gleam in your eyes is the sun hitting your bifocals.

Your doctor sarts saying things like, "Considering your age..."

Your back goes out more than you do.

You find the glasses you have been loking for on your head.

You can't stand intolerant people.

Your golf score is twice your age.

The candles on your birthday cake trigger the smoke alarm.

The thought of exercise makes you sweat.

You can't stand the toilet paper hung in the "wrong" direction.

You have to rely on grandchildren to program your video.

A succesful session in the bathroom is one of the highlights of your day.

You realise the only way to look thinner is hang around with someone fatter.

You can't name a single top 40 song, and you wouldn't like any of them anyway.

You feel like the morning after the night before, and you haven't been anywhere.


Angels exist, only sometimes they don't have wings and we call them friends.


JunieRose2005 said...

Hi Jacqui,

Yep, I'm over the hill...most of the things you said FIT me!


Granny said...

Me too.

Hi Jacqui

Peter said...

Tell Walter if he didn't sit around so much on those wooden seats he wouldn't get splinters.

Meow said...

That's wonderful about having an outlet to sell your bears ... you must be very good at it. I have made a handful of bears, but they take me so long (I have no patience). They are displayed on my craft blog, if you would like to see them.
Have a great time in Perth.
Take care, Meow

Merle said...

Hi Jacqui ~~ I hope you and Walter have a great time in Perth. I hope walter's granddaughter has a lovely birthday and you get some more orders for bears. Hope Walter enjoys the woodworking. Kathy was great at that sort of thing. She has made Queen size bed, 3 or 4 Large bedrooom cabinets and various other things. Your bears look beautiful, I like the standing ones for a change.
Take care, Merle.

DellaB said...

Hi Jacqui, - love the angel story. I agree they come in the guise of friends too.

They do say that a bath in a house adds more value than an extra room -

Have you ever thought about using an on-line store to sell your bears?

I know if I could see a selection, I'd like to buy some.