Umm, 72?....73? I forget.

Fine, you want a specific number? 95.

When you begin starting threads on this forum with the words, "Old Farts" in the title!

+1

I would call myself old when I have to attend my own funeral.

when rigamortis sets in

I'll let you know when I get there.

Edit: I'll let you know IF I get there.

Not necessarily so. My stepfather is 85 yrs. He is fit and trim, stands tall, stylishly dressed, well-groomed, always smells good, sharp as a tack, has a delightful sense of humour, and is thoughtful and caring. He is not old.

Let's see.......I learned in a nursing class that Older Adulthood begins after age 65; the next stage beyond that is Old Farthood.

Are Canadian years similar to the currency exchange rates?:D

We are close enough to a 1:1 exchange so, I don't think that is it. Doctors have pondered why the difference for a while though and some suggest our diet is better, weight (although increasing annually) is lower than in the US but the politicians like to claim it is the universal health care. Another idea floated was that being a winter nation, we tend to stay active year round. Personally, I think it is the nutritional benefits of superior blueberries.

My dad is 84. Does that mean he's really a Canadian?

Did you really want to go there? Now you've risked the wrath of the New Jersey folks. Miss Kenton.... let him have it.

When you wake in the morning, decide you need a OTC pain relief tablet, just so you can get going.
Complain about it, till the pain goes away, and then realize this is the same thing YOUR dad did when you thought he was OLD.

Sorry, Dudley, wrong yet again. I was reading a well respected medical journal recently and came across a study reporting a close link between a form of mental illness that leaves its victims unable to recognize themselves in a mirror and the consumption of blueberries laced with high levels of tannic acid, such as those miserable little pebbles packaged as a "Produit du Canada."
On the bright side, all that Artic air in Toronto creates a kind of cryopreservation. Basically, you may not know who you are, but at least you'll look youthful, notwithstanding the blue lips.
So, you know, you have to take the good with the bad.

That's just an old wives tale. :)

Who are you calling "an old wife", Mr. I-Don't-Know-That-Old Man-Brushing-Teeth-While=I'm-Brushing=Mine?

I love seeing these eastern folks arguing about the merits of their local blueberries when it's well known that B.C. blueberries are the most superior berries.

A few years ago when I had my first kidney stone and they had to go up and get it. They put a stint in and I had to wear an adult diaper. Realized I was officially old.

Hey, I am arguing for you buddy.

When you admit it to yourself -- :thumb:

Overthehillmedi, it's good you have a fantasy life. Everyone know the world's best blueberries are found at the top of Red Rock Mountain, in the dried up lake bed of what was formerly Lake Rose, in Columbia County, Pennsylvania. A very second close are those from NJ.

The government will kindly remind you that you are old. And even if you refuse to believe it, you will be denied all kinds of services. That's when the story gets old.

If it ticks you off to get mail from AARP, you're not there yet.

Live fast. Die young.