Too out of Shape for Walmart's


We all have those defining moments in life.

For some, it’s a graduation.

For others, it may be a birthday, the loss of a loved one, or overcoming some physical or financial hardship.

My defining moment came last Monday when I realized that I am too old and too out of shape to shop at Walmart’s.

The day started with so much promise.

I was looking forward to a bus trip with some friends, a chance to shop offline (for a change) and actually see, beforehand, what I was buying and perhaps, even a quick bite to eat afterward.

This would be followed by a happy trip home and a chance to admire all the things I purchased.

Unfortunately, the reality fell far short of my expectations.

First, perhaps a little background is necessary.

In my former life, I was an inveterate shopper.

It would mean nothing for me to hop in the car and travel to some suburban strip mall or shopping center and buy stuff.

Traversing the “miles of aisles” of a big box store or supermarket was, to me, tantamount to a safari, without the native bearers.

I treated a trip to Walmart’s, Costco, or Stop&Shop as an expedition.

Beginning at aisle #1 and systematically working my way up the numbers until I reached the back wall where, I would turn and continue down a new set of aisles, inspecting, fondling and eventually loading it into my shopping cart, precious specimens of variety store merchandise.

Then, without breaking a sweat, I would quickly scan the 15 or so checkout lanes and select the one that looked most promising.

Realizing that “checking out” was part of the experience, I patiently waited my turn in front of a surly checkout person who scanned my loot and placed it in a bag. 

A quick hike to the far reaches of the parking lot and the drive home concluded my shopping adventure where I was secure in the knowledge that I found the best items at the best price in as short a time possible.

I was not tired.

I was not in pain.

And, I certainly was not disgusted with the whole experience.

Unfortunately, Monday’s expedition ended in pain, exhaustion and  with little satisfaction.

The bus trip from the Center to the Walmart a few miles north of here was a kidney-jarring affair that took longer than it should have because the driver decided to take local streets instead of the interstate.

In addition, this particular Walmart is located, not in the center of a sprawling parking lot, but on the ground floor of an office complex in the middle of the city center.

Logistics determined that the driver stops and unload his charges around the corner from the entrance and the (needed) handicapped ramp.

Not only did we have to walk a half a city block, but had to negotiate a flight of steps, or continue another half block to gain access to the ramp.

Once inside, the very vastness of the floor space was discouraging.

The harshness of the fluorescent lights, the seemingly endless aisles, small price tags, (unreadable by eyes whose clarity and focus had long since be replaced by the distortion of old age), the inconvenience of having to take an elevator down to a lower level and the interminably long checkout procedure (where I had to swipe my credit card a number of times before the transaction would go through), finished me off for the day.
I returned home with aching knees, a sore back, jostled kidneys (which did wonders for all things urinary) and a load of crap that I could have purchased with less aggravation and in less time online.

I will never do it again.

It just does not pay any more.

For the amount I spent ($52.00), I could have had the stuff I bought delivered free of charge.

Who cares if I have to wait 7-10 business days.

Do I really need that bath immediately?

And, while it bothers me that I no longer have the stamina for undertaking such a wistful adventure as a trip to the store, I remain confident in the knowledge that my next big-box purchase will be done painlessly in front of my laptop, in my room, in my underwear at 2 O’clock in the morning.

I did, however, buy a new pair of sneakers for the amazingly low price of $18.00. Something which I would not have bought online.

I guess all was not for naught after all.



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Meet The New Crop Of Role Models For Senior Citizens

By Kathryn E. Livingston in the Huffingtonpost.com

Folks are always talking about role models for our youths. But role models for the aging and aged may be even more important, because these are the people who show us that life can be lived fully at any age. It’s not all about physical stuff, either. Serving our country as President or Secretary of State, volunteering at a food pantry (as my mother did until her death at the age of 81), playing the violin until the age of 92, as another friend has. We’re here until we check out, so why not go for the full Monty?

I have very little patience for young people who look down upon older people or for older people who look down upon themselves. My role models may be “old” but they aren’t done living. Legitimate medical excuses aside, it’s a slippery slope when you start saying you “can’t” do something because of your age. Like, er, be President? How come some think 60 is too old to dance the Tango or stay up until midnight, when some others who are well past 60 think they can manage the whole U.S.A. and snag the most important, time-consuming, challenging, and stressful job in the world?



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The Longevity Paradox: As Americans live longer,
 they run the risk of outliving their money 

It's up to advisers to make sure their clients' nest eggs last into their 90s and beyond. 

Working beyond the normal retirement age of 66 might be an option for those who haven't saved enough, but studies have shown that people overestimate how long they are they are willing – or able – to stay in the workforce. 
And in an age of ever-rising medical costs, how do advisers make sure their clients have planned accordingly for “old age” illnesses such as heart disease, cancer and dementia that many of them are sure to face? If they do need long-term care, will their clients be able to afford to live their final days in a nursing home or assisted-living facility without going broke? 
The answer is more complicated than simply looking at actuarial tables and advising clients to save more, though most people need to. 

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Should I Buy Long-Term Care Insurance?
By Richard Eisenberg for Nextavenue
Premiums for new long-term care insurance policies have
 risen so high they’re out of reach for the middle class, said Bonnie Burns, a policy specialist with the consumer group California
 Health Advocates and a nationally recognized expert on Medicare and long-term care insurance. Yearly premiums for insurance with inflation protection can be as high as $4,406 for a 55-year-old woman and $2,309 for a man of the same age, according to the American Association for Long-Term Care Insurance, which represents insurance brokers. Women’s premiums are higher because women live longer, in general, and are more likely to require long-term care

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They are not only a colorful addition to the facility, but their fragrance fills the air with a marvelous aroma.
The planters are lovingly attended to by one of our residents who can be seen every morning pruning and pinching off dead or dying flowers.


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