Brothers Tubby and Barney Solomon, Goulston Street near Brick Lane/Petticoat Lane. Tubby Isaacs Jellied Eels and right opposite was his brother, Barney's Jellied Eels. People used to argue over which brother sold the better eels although, in truth, Barney supplied both stalls! I think the brothers fell out at one time, I have a vague memory of my nan buying eels from Tubby whilst trying to pull her scarf over her head so Barney wouldn't see her treachery.
True, lol. Jay Leno used to do a joke about how some junk food, if the expiration date on it was honest, it'd say, "You should live so long, pal."Do you ever feel as old as you do when you buy a bag for life and you look at that plastic carrier and realise that the shop expects it to last longer than you?
I definitely get that. If I'd known the last time I was 'with' a guy was going to be the last time in my life, not only would I have savored it more, I probably would have made a push to go to some singles parties or something. Gather ye rosebuds while ye may.
Sorry you are feeling this way. There are things I'll probably never do again but nothing that bothers me. 25 years ago you never could have told me I'd be glad I don't have to drive anymore...but I am, especially with Ubers and Lyfts so readily available. I do not miss being "taxi service" for folks. Not long after I retired my beloved Camry was totaled (it was parked where I told my husband not to park it) and during the same time I had eye surgery first on one eye, which left me unable to see properly (until the other one was done) because she corrected my astigmatism and I had 20/20 vision, at first in only the right eye.
It's not that I'm depressed... which is how it came across. I'm not. I'm just disappointed. These are things that are out of my control. I'm still semi-strong. I'm energetic. I have my faculties. My age is just a number right now (to me). I can still do a lot, but there's no opportunities.
Love the Zanti Misfits avatar!Looks like some of you guys understand what I'm talkin... It's not that I don't have things I try to look forward to. There are plenty of those. We just did a 1500 mile motorcycle trip on Route 66 last June. And I hope to make several more... It's not that I feel like my life is done and I sit and dwell on the loss. It's more about this list just keeps getting longer and longer and the thought just pushes it's way in and I have to beat it back with a stick. If I had known some things were going to be the last, I would have savored them better.
I knew kids that drove their little MG's and Triumph's to school. Not me. I had my Pontiac and then an Impala my senior year that my dad gave me because he was going to trade it in and I went along to the car dealership with him and when the salesman told dad what he would give him for his 1962 Chevrolet Impala, dad said he may as well give it away, so I said I would take it. Dad asked me if I had $500 and I told him I did and he said OK, I could have it for $500, so I bought it. I forgot about me having to pay for my own insurance, but I had been working on a farm, so I had a few thousand dollars put away.
I too play guitar. I love my 1997 Larrivee D-03R Dreadnaught and have been playing acoustic for over 40 years. Originally learned most of the Beatles songs and went on from there. Love to finger-pick; not a great strummer due to arthritic weakness in the fingers. Of the 40 plus years married to my late wife, 25 of them were spent in no romance or intimacy. She had bad medical problems and stayed on Morphine for all that time which, of course, destroyed her libido and her personality. It is a particular kind of hell to be with someone you still love but they are distant. I empathize with your predicament.
Yes. I always say "your imagination creates your world" which means the same. Better stay with positive thoughts. Even your immune system will be very grateful if you do so.
