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 |    My random thoughts and reactions to my everyday life. The voices like a forum. |
| 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. |
| April 21st Prompt by 🛸 Sum1 🗿 (709) I love this one! And since I have to get up and be in a virtual classroom ready to teach at 8 am, I thought I'd post this now. Be silent for 5 minutes with your eyes closed. What do you hear? What regular sounds does your house make that you aren't consciously aware of? Okay, I closed my eyes and tuned my ears. I'm aware that I am slurping my tea and it's not warm anymore. Damn! Tea dribbled down my chin. Apparently, I should sip tea with my eyes open. I heard the ceramic mug clink against the wooden surface of my desk. Hooray, I didn't spill it. My cellphone chirps to indicate I have a text message. I am forced to open my eyes to read it and it's nothing but junk mail, irritating. I hear the wet sucking sound of vehicle tires driving through fresh slush. Sigh, it's snowing...again...still. I'm sitting next to a window that faces the street. The silver clock ensconced on a kitchen wall is relentless with its constant, precise tick, tick. I believe it's vying for attention and attempting to drown out the steady hum of the refrigerator. Everyday, I listen for that sign of life from an appliance that is over twenty years old. Sometimes, it wheezes like an asthmatic. Early this morning, it shuddered to life with a groan when the power was restored. I knew the hydro had abandoned us only because the microwave beeped a warning as it always does. Snow is battering the nearby window and propelled by a howling wind. Winter is reluctant to depart. The computer whirrs as if thinking aloud. Vehicles rumble past outside. The cable that runs the length of this building squeaks and that darn loose siding slaps the wall, over and over. It has yet to reach a metallic screech/scratch/scrape. The window rattles. My chair creaks; I know it wasn't my knees 'cause I haven't moved. Muffled voices float in. The wind distorts them. |
| April 20th Prompt by 🛸 Sum1 🗿 (709) Well, I e-mailed it, and forgot to post it. Dang it! Still getting used to doing these things. Every once in a while, more often maybe, depending on your location, power goes out. Do you have easy access to candles or flashlights? Do you know where they are? When was the last time you checked that your flashlight worked or that you had matches with the candles for when the lights go out? Describe where you keep them. Short answer, yes. I do have candles and flashlights and I know where they are kept waiting to be of service. Throughout my home, candles stand vigil ready to light my space if so needed. They sit in ceramic saucers, or fancy decorative holders. I also have a former cookie tin stuffed with candles and wooden matches. This container has pride of place on a lower book shelf. I refuse to use the cheap matchbook matches. They are flimsy and difficult to force into a flame. I prefer the sturdy wooden matches that are housed in an equally strong box complete with a sizeable striking surface. They flare readily. I'm not handy with lighters, you know, fuel-filled flame throwers for smokers. I tend to burn myself and I wish to retain the fingerprints that I currently still have. Yep, there are also flashlights lurking in cupboards. Two years ago, I purchased a jumbo package of batteries from Costco. They may be bequeathed to my children. I doubt I will burn through them in my lifetime. I found rechargeable batteries in a basket, so, I'm prepared to power anything. Every autumn, I tote home the battery operated lamp I use in my camper. Power outages occur regularly in the winter. On Sunday, I blew the dust off this lamp and pushed in its magic button. In the gloom, it's a bright beacon capable of directing planes on a runway. The power left me for several hours and I had a book to finish devouring. I lit a couple of candles, more for the ambiance. Nothing says home like flickering candles and shadows dancing on the walls. |
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