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| 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. |
| Day 2 Entries - 5 Day Mystery Challenge by Brother Nature (110) Bermuda Triangle Over the last 500 years, ships and airplanes have gone missing inside a triangular section of the North Atlantic Ocean called the Bermuda (or Devil's) Triangle. This mysterious area is bounded by the British Overseas Territory of Bermuda; Miami, Florida, U.S.; and the American territory of Puerto Rico. The earliest article to reference a disappearance was in The Miami Herald in 1950. However, the "Bermuda Triangle" itself was coined by Vincent Gaddis in a 1964 article. Since then, scientists and amateurs have floated various theories - from sea monsters to unidentified flying objects (UFOs) - but nobody has been successful in decoding the mystery. 5 DAY Andre the Blog Monkey's April Fools Mystery Writing Challenge Blog Prompt for Day 2 - I for one have always been interested in the mystery of the Bermuda Triangle. I like to ponder possible explanations for what it is. Think about it for a few moments, then share your possible (or improbable) explanation. If there is another mystery you'd rather share your thoughts on, that's okay too. Hmmm, when I hear the name Bermuda I think of shorts, sunshine and beaches. Oh, also the Beach Boys song immediately begins blaring on a loop in my brain. I suppose the moniker Bermuda Triangle is much easier to pronounce and spell that icosahedron or tetrahedron. But yes, what does happen to ships and airplanes in that geographical area? What fate befalls them? Is it at all conceivable that the Loch Ness monster summers in Bermuda? Could Moby Dick be alive and well patrolling this area? How big exactly is Big Foot and is he/she a strong swimmer? Perhaps a Cyclops incinerates various modes of transportation with a laser eye beam? Does an alien abscond with a life-size ship only to encase it in his/her glass bottle? Are they displayed in a case, or on a shelf somewhere in the cosmos? Could there be a rogue band of mermaids commandeering ships? Do the sailors fall prey to a mesmerizing siren song? Is there a cartel of sorts with those mermaids and pirates? Do they trade in illicit contraband in stolen ships? Do they maintain a secret lair in the Triangle? Maybe they dismantle ships and planes to sell off the salvage. Think of it as a tropical chop shop. It could be a gigantic octopus becomes irritated by ship and airplane traffic interfering with his/her tranquility. If you enjoyed a rather large infinity pool would you tolerate polluting machinery muddying the waters? Now, I'm envisioning Big Foot garbed in a pair of red Bermuda shorts relaxing in the summer retreat he fashioned from a purloined ship. He'd certainly have many decks to sun bathe on as he meditated. |
| Sat. April 11th Prompt. by Fivesixer (654) How are you finding community in these locked-down days? When the three of us, me, myself, and I step outside into the glorious sunshine, brisk invigorating fresh air, and vast wall-free spaces we seek out eye contact with those a hockey stick-length away. We nod. We smile. Perhaps we'll salute, or wave. Often an unspoken signal is exchanged and we stop our saunterings to share in a conversation. "Hey, how's it goin'?" "Oh, hi. Not bad, not bad, at all considerin'." "Ya, this virus thing is scary. Are we standin' six feet apart? Aint we supposed to be metric? I'm surprised no one has chalked off sections on the sidewalk." "Ah, we eyeballed it, close enough. Haha! Get it? We're close enough. Seriously, though, this aint natural. Lines are everywhere. It's like we're all in a herd, or in a cattle chute. Keep your distance, but line up." "Ya,I hear ya. It kinda feels odd. No one is breathin' down yer neck. I miss that. I tell ya what I don't miss, the shovin' and steppin' on the back of ma heels." "Have ya seen the masks? Lord love a duck! People are crazy. At Johnston's, I put a hand to my mouth to cover a snicker. I couldn't stop myself. Oh, everyone shot daggers at me for sure. But this fella had a shopping bag over his face. And his hands were wrapped in bags, too." "Well, I coulda sworn I saw a tea towel tied 'round some man's nose. I aint seen the bras yet, well, 'cept on the internet. My momma would roll over in her grave to see a grown ass man wearing a brassiere on his face." "Well, I guess I should be moseying along. Take care of yourself." "Ta for now. This'll all blow over soon." |
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