The sad part is that I’m aware of Gen Zers and Millennials who have the world at their fingertips tips who belittle what they see and are in their own bubble of entitlement.
I’m glad my own kids and even young grandchildren are following more in my footsteps ( not because they are in lockstep), but because they keep themselves informed an…
The sad part is that I’m aware of Gen Zers and Millennials who have the world at their fingertips tips who belittle what they see and are in their own bubble of entitlement.
I’m glad my own kids and even young grandchildren are following more in my footsteps ( not because they are in lockstep), but because they keep themselves informed and involved.
We just have to keep trying to change one mind at a time.
Entitlement and apathy is an issue with some. I remember when my one of my kids got their first job. After a couple weeks she thought she should be paid more. We laughed. And told her so does everyone else.
LOL, Lisa, growing up is hard to do! I think I was in my early 20’s before really “got” my parents & what being responsible for yourself really meant. I had to learn fast, having gotten married 3 days after my 18th birthday. Fortunately my mom, as a mostly single parent, had vested me and my sibs with lots of household responsibilities….something we all whined about at the time, but were eventually grateful for being “apprentice” adults & learning life skills.
Hi Barbara, married at eighteen. I was 22, pregnant, and my soon to be husband was in a body cast from a fall. We got married in my mom's living room and she invited her Herbalife team and customers. No family or friends. That's a whole other story.
We taught our girls skills when they were young. Changing a tire, shooting a gun (husband hunted), Changing the oil in their cars, cooking, gardening, camping, boating, welding, all kinds of things. They are thankful we did. Learned helplessness is not cool.
Agree! I’m a total tool geek (and fabrics, and books and music CD’s and plants) & took auto shop, carpentry, welding, and tailoring classes (never could get into the wait-listed weaving classes) in college as well as art history, English, philosophy, psych and sociology classes….heh, was on what I call the “10-yr no degree program” (worked at the Univ, so could attend part time as well). I’m in the middle of a stalled renovation of part of my house (thanks Covid), but just before it hit I had a couple of electricians come over to troubleshoot (the fix required me to demo the interior walls of two rooms & had them replace the not to code electrical) ….one fellow looked into a room and said “oh you have a tool room…neat”….I hung my head and said “it’s my bedroom!”. Sigh, I have a friend who once told me “you’re not a hoarder, you’re a collector!” & my neighbors all know they can borrow tools or ask me if I have “x” building supply (pipes, lumber, wire, etc.). Starting, now, to divest myself of my “collections”…keeping only crucial stuff…what a chore!
Even after I stopped being a part time student, I still would take the occasional Extended Ed class and, now, participate in the Univ’s OLLI program (Osher Lifelong Learning Institute) with classes for older folks…generally classes of limited duration. Is a great program—no tests & generally no homework! It’s just for the joy of learning.
I'm laughing. That is so funny. We too, are in a constant state of renovation. My old farmhouse was built in 1876. Everything in here is original. Miles of molding. The kitchen sucked however. Squirrels moved in the kitchen and it sounded like Cancun on spring break. You could hang beef in there. We just finished it. We do our own work. I love it. It looks beautiful. My husband can fix anything. He's going to die with a caulking gun in his hand.
Collections are cool. I love love estate sales. I love treasure hunting.
I need a bumper sticker that says “I brake for brick”….I collect broken concrete, used bricks (even have some weird ones from many years ago when a pulp mill demolished its brick-lined exhaust stack), & rocks to make walkways, patios & garden bed edging. LOL…even have some brick that came from a dumpster (remodeling debris) next door to the former Grateful Dead house in San Francisco around 1997….driving north from SF to Humboldt county the load was so rear-end heavy my front wheels were marginally in contact with the road….needless to say the drive home was low and slow! People ask me how old my house is & I ask which room? It has been cobbled together over the decades before I purchased it. Totally a work in progress!
I love your passion for bricks. Thats some dedication to heavy lifting. I could drive around and look at old architecture all day. We collect rocks from our trips to the North Shore and Colorado. I put them in my gardens.
The sad part is that I’m aware of Gen Zers and Millennials who have the world at their fingertips tips who belittle what they see and are in their own bubble of entitlement.
I’m glad my own kids and even young grandchildren are following more in my footsteps ( not because they are in lockstep), but because they keep themselves informed and involved.
We just have to keep trying to change one mind at a time.
Entitlement and apathy is an issue with some. I remember when my one of my kids got their first job. After a couple weeks she thought she should be paid more. We laughed. And told her so does everyone else.
LOL, Lisa, growing up is hard to do! I think I was in my early 20’s before really “got” my parents & what being responsible for yourself really meant. I had to learn fast, having gotten married 3 days after my 18th birthday. Fortunately my mom, as a mostly single parent, had vested me and my sibs with lots of household responsibilities….something we all whined about at the time, but were eventually grateful for being “apprentice” adults & learning life skills.
Hi Barbara, married at eighteen. I was 22, pregnant, and my soon to be husband was in a body cast from a fall. We got married in my mom's living room and she invited her Herbalife team and customers. No family or friends. That's a whole other story.
We taught our girls skills when they were young. Changing a tire, shooting a gun (husband hunted), Changing the oil in their cars, cooking, gardening, camping, boating, welding, all kinds of things. They are thankful we did. Learned helplessness is not cool.
Agree! I’m a total tool geek (and fabrics, and books and music CD’s and plants) & took auto shop, carpentry, welding, and tailoring classes (never could get into the wait-listed weaving classes) in college as well as art history, English, philosophy, psych and sociology classes….heh, was on what I call the “10-yr no degree program” (worked at the Univ, so could attend part time as well). I’m in the middle of a stalled renovation of part of my house (thanks Covid), but just before it hit I had a couple of electricians come over to troubleshoot (the fix required me to demo the interior walls of two rooms & had them replace the not to code electrical) ….one fellow looked into a room and said “oh you have a tool room…neat”….I hung my head and said “it’s my bedroom!”. Sigh, I have a friend who once told me “you’re not a hoarder, you’re a collector!” & my neighbors all know they can borrow tools or ask me if I have “x” building supply (pipes, lumber, wire, etc.). Starting, now, to divest myself of my “collections”…keeping only crucial stuff…what a chore!
I am jealous of your 10-yr no degree program. Being a professional student was a dream I once had:).
Even after I stopped being a part time student, I still would take the occasional Extended Ed class and, now, participate in the Univ’s OLLI program (Osher Lifelong Learning Institute) with classes for older folks…generally classes of limited duration. Is a great program—no tests & generally no homework! It’s just for the joy of learning.
I'm laughing. That is so funny. We too, are in a constant state of renovation. My old farmhouse was built in 1876. Everything in here is original. Miles of molding. The kitchen sucked however. Squirrels moved in the kitchen and it sounded like Cancun on spring break. You could hang beef in there. We just finished it. We do our own work. I love it. It looks beautiful. My husband can fix anything. He's going to die with a caulking gun in his hand.
Collections are cool. I love love estate sales. I love treasure hunting.
I need a bumper sticker that says “I brake for brick”….I collect broken concrete, used bricks (even have some weird ones from many years ago when a pulp mill demolished its brick-lined exhaust stack), & rocks to make walkways, patios & garden bed edging. LOL…even have some brick that came from a dumpster (remodeling debris) next door to the former Grateful Dead house in San Francisco around 1997….driving north from SF to Humboldt county the load was so rear-end heavy my front wheels were marginally in contact with the road….needless to say the drive home was low and slow! People ask me how old my house is & I ask which room? It has been cobbled together over the decades before I purchased it. Totally a work in progress!
I love your passion for bricks. Thats some dedication to heavy lifting. I could drive around and look at old architecture all day. We collect rocks from our trips to the North Shore and Colorado. I put them in my gardens.
I'm from Milwaukee where I collected a bunch of Cream City brick. Cool.
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