Who says I'd make it out of the tub? I'd probably fall asleep, slip below the surface and drown/suffocate, and nobody would know my dead carcass was even in there until they tried to put the next old codger in. "Heeeeyyyyyy, wait a minute..."Ah come on, sooo good for muscles, bones and joints, you’ll feel 20 years younger, once you made it out of the tub…
Monty Python and the Holy Grail (1975) is one of the most historically accurate movies ever made because most of the "Pythons" were interested in and fascinated by history, so they wanted to get it "right". Except, of course, for the "using coconuts for the sound effect of horses' hooves" gag, which was done because horses were not in the budget.
Who says I'd make it out of the tub? I'd probably fall asleep, slip below the surface and drown/suffocate, and nobody would know my dead carcass was even in there until they tried to put the next old codger in. "Heeeeyyyyyy, wait a minute..."
Based on the late-night television commercials I've seen here in The States some older people are going with what appears to be essentially a mini-hot-tub type of bathtub with a door to make it easier for them to get in and out of it, and a seat/bench on one end so they can sit while they bathe themselves (or while a caregiver does it for them). Or they're having a shower installed with a similar seat/bench built in so they can likewise sit while they shower. So far this seems to be strictly for people who own their homes, but I don't really know.Yeah, many middle-aged and older here in smalltown are replacing their tub with a shower cabin, as long as they live in their own rooms.
I've mentioned this before here on The Lounge, but in the past I've told anyone who might be responsible for the disposal of my dead carcass to do so in the least expensive and least problematic manner possible, just to make it easier on everyone involved. Well, due to peripheral issues in my life (no, I'm not sick or dying any time soon that I'm aware of) the arrangements for said disposal have been made. So if all goes according to plan I'll be cremated, my ashes will be placed in an urn of some kind (I'm voting for a coffee can myself), and that urn will be interred in a small but available space at Rose Hills Memorial Park & Mortuary here in southern California beneath what will surely be a smart and legible grave marker. Now all I have to do is figure out who I trust to put in charge of overseeing all of this so that it happens the way it's supposed to.No need for getting used to damp earth as I will be cremated:
”Some folks I know are always worried
That when they die they will be buried,
And some I know are quite elated
Because they’re going to be cremated”
- Samuel Hoffenstein
We vacationed in Scotland just prior to Covid. One of the B&B's had an old claw foot tub with rather high sides. The bathroom was down the hall from our room. After a nice long relaxing bath I attempted egress from the tub. The tub was super slippery and I could not gain traction with my feet so could not stand up to exit..Based on the late-night television commercials I've seen here in The States some older people are going with what appears to be essentially a mini-hot-tub type of bathtub with a door to make it easier for them to get in and out of it, and a seat/bench on one end so they can sit while they bathe themselves (or while a caregiver does it for them). Or they're having a shower installed with a similar seat/bench built in so they can likewise sit while they shower. So far this seems to be strictly for people who own their homes, but I don't really know.
I've mentioned this before here on The Lounge, but in the past I've told anyone who might be responsible for the disposal of my dead carcass to do so in the least expensive and least problematic manner possible, just to make it easier on everyone involved. Well, due to peripheral issues in my life (no, I'm not sick or dying any time soon that I'm aware of) the arrangements for said disposal have been made. So if all goes according to plan I'll be cremated, my ashes will be placed in an urn of some kind (I'm voting for a coffee can myself), and that urn will be interred in a small but available space at Rose Hills Memorial Park & Mortuary here in southern California beneath what will surely be a smart and legible grave marker. Now all I have to do is figure out who I trust to put in charge of overseeing all of this so that it happens the way it's supposed to.
I've always considered "home ownership" a pleasant fiction we tell ourselves in order to lessen the pain of knowing that the bank could and would kick us out on the street at will should we ever default on the payments. I own my house, but I don't expect that I will ever "own" it. My mother bought the house I grew up in fifty-five years ago, but she still doesn't *own* it, not with the subsequent mortgages she's had to take out over the years to head off for just a little bit longer its inevitable collapse into a heap of rotted scrap. My own first mortgage won't be paid off until I'm 84 years old, and I don't expect to live that long.^^^^^^
An old gal I knew (since deceased) made that very observation a quarter century ago. She bought her house in the early 1950s and it was long paid for when we had that discussion in the late 1990s.
We were talking dollars unadjusted for inflation, which we readily acknowledged. We also noted that even when a mortgage is paid off, there remain significant expenses in keeping that roof over one’s head. The lovely missus and I figure that even when we pay off our mortgage, we’ll still be out a good G or more per month in taxes and insurance and utilities. And that’s not counting what a homeowner ought to keep in reserve to address the inevitable repair and maintenance expenses.
When a house that you bought 40 years ago is about the same price as a new car is today.You know your getting old. When your original monthly mortgage payment is now lower than the monthly property tax!