I do not know quite what happened or when , but my hubby and I now qualify for seniors' discounts at some venues. This creates a quandary; in order to save money, but not face, we have to admit to our age. HMMMM..... We definitely do not consider ourselves to be old. In this day and age ,when people as a whole are living longer and healthier lives why are 'young seniors', those in their fifties, like moi, considered 'old'?? It's so true that age is just a perception! "Maturity" is very objective/subjective, and I object! Whew, a few years have skittered by since I composed this biography block. Those "fifties" are in the rear view mirror and they are distant, fond memories. Oh, I do not plan to stop writing any time soon.
I'm getting a huge dose of sand swallowing here today. It's very windy here in the desert. It feels like glass cutting your skin. I didn't last long outside. I watered and came immediately back inside.
I'm glad you're joining us, dinner and drinks will be quite relaxing tonight. Apparently the Aussies don't drink as much tequila as the Mexicans do on Cinco de Maya.
Gosh sorry you missed the train. I hate it when that happens but you are here now. Yippie! ha ha poor Opal. I knew one girl named Opal and she had an October birthday like me.
I would've never guessed you to be an adrenaline junkie, Sandra. Way to go girl. I agree swallowing salt water isn't refreshing. As a child I loved swimming in the ocean, as an adult I think about all the stuff dumped it in.
You have lovely memories of your library. You must have lived close enough to go on your own. I loved my local library too. I went on Saturday morning with my dad.My favourite books were Little Women, What Katy did, Heidi, and any Dickens books.
Creation Saturday! Redefine the Ides of March to your liking and/or personal benefit.
Beware the ides of March. Yep, I've heard that one before. Let's see, Caesar met his untimely demise by way of an assassination. No, murder isn't my cup of tea, not even the character assassination sort. I must admit I Googled today's blog subject. Apparently, this date was considered to be the first day of Spring, and a deadline for settling debts in Roman times. Okay, these are far less deadly than Caesar's fate, unless loan sharks are involved. Nah, I'm not the ultimatum/ threatening type of gal. What would I do with my own private ides of March? Hold up. Wait a minute. I can't shake the enforcer image of whacking a debtor in the knees... Isn't this what a loan shark refers to as " knee-capping"? Heck ya, I can think of somebody I'd like to take out at the knees. Well, actually, I'd like to take care of one of my knees. The left one is a pain, no really. It fails to hold its fair share of my weight, and it complains constantly. I cannot stand, roll over, or move without twinges, jabs, and stabs provoking me. My best foot forward is a grudging limp. I'm tired of stumbling. I'm tired of not sleeping. I'm tired of aching. My ides of March would be a blessed, wonderful, pain-free day. Oh what bliss to experience this for even one brief twenty-four hour period. On this glorious day, I will command my knee to shut up. It will be a no-whine time.
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