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.
Talk Tuesday! Why does blogging appeal to you? Why does blogging appeal to me? Um, er, I'm repeating the question to stall for time, time to compose a reply. Well, yes, if I'm answering this prompt then technically I am blogging. Wait, I've got it. I blog because quite simply I like it. This is the truth. I am drawn to blog. I feel compelled to blog. In the case of this particular blog, I enjoy the daily challenge of a prompt. Every twenty-four hour period, if I wish to participate, I must write about a different subject, or offer my opinion, or create something off the top of my head. All of my brain-storming is fresh. Often, I fly by the seat of my pants and wing it. Spontaneity reigns. As Poirot, states, "I am exercising my little grey cells." Use it. or lose it. Sometimes, I view my blog response as if it is a letter I am composing for a friend. As I search for just the right word, or turn of phrase, I imagine a conversation, all be it a one-sided talk. Obviously, I'm not communicating face to face. Like a letter, my blog may be read at any time. Perhaps I am a bit strange, but I always liked homework; the research, the preparation, and the learning something new. Blogging reminds me of this. I anticipate my daily assignment.
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