I just am cautious about going on about how good we had it, because that's unfair on the young folk. My nephew grimaces at that, and I get it.

I don't think I ever go on about how good things were. Anyway, I don't talk to many people :)). My kids know my history, so I let that alone. At this point in my life I leave the bad days in the past and talk about what I enjoyed. However, I don't think anybody's listening anyway. Maybe my husband. We shared not only a long life together, but I also worked with him for three years of his 30-year career. So I know all those people. I'm familiar with his references. He tells me stories about those people (same story sometimes😄), and I get it.

These days we spend a surprising amount of time chuckling at the cat's antics...he's not even our cat. We choose to notice him. It's a nice place to rest the mind.