I’m nostalgic for the days I could climb a ladder and pick myself up when I fell. When we moved in here, I replaced most of the light bulbs myself. They were a mix of incandescent and compact florescent bulbs, which I replaced with LED bulbs. I used a ladder to reach ceiling lights. Now, I have to report a burned out bulb and let the maintenance crew replace it. They only use LED bulbs now.
I worked for The Telephone Company for 32 years, and nearly all the equipment in use when I started was replaced by the time I retired. Some of it was replaced twice. I kept up on what was happening outside the company, and got a cell phone back when they were analog and had telescoping antennae. I replaced it a couple of times. Then the iPhone was released, about 5 years into retirement. I waited until the iPhone 5 to make that jump. I moved to the 8, then the 13. My desktop kept changing, too, and I’m overdue to upgrade that, again. At 82, I have no fear of technology.
I took over the laundry while our kids were still at home. The laundry room was in the basement, and she had trouble with stairs. I took over the dishwashing when I got tired of the sink being full when I needed it for something. She tried to mow the lawn once. My son eventually got big enough to help with that and snow removal. Then he moved out, and it was all mine again. I took over meal preparation at least 2 years before my wife died, and did all the shopping for years before that. My life didn’t change much when she died.
Might as well, in many localities you can’t use it for trash any more.