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.
Happy 10th WDC Anniversary, SandraLynn Team Florent!! I'm sorry I can't battle alongside with you, dear Florent. Go forth and go well! You are doing excellent!
March 14th Prompt: What is your favourite childhood memory? Does anything make you feel nostalgic? I remember childhood. Those were carefree days. I kept up a penpal relationship with my maternal grandma, Nanny. In each letter I'd describe my schoolwork and what was new in my life. I never had the greatest penmanship, it resembled a scrawl or chicken scratchings. I also neglected to write out the full address on the envelopes. I simply addressed each missive to: Nanny, Sundridge, Ont. She received all of my mailings. I still marvel at the postmaster not only knowing who she was, but where she lived as well. Sometimes, I'd include some art work, or stories I'd composed. I wish I could read those letters and early creative endeavours now. I do not know why, but I signed those bits of correspondence with Sandy B. My aunts and uncle started referring to me as Sandy B-dot. Nanny would answer with letters she wrote. She shared local news and snippets of gossip.I miss those days and my first, most loving penpal.
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