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 pleased you enjoyed my beautiful city SandraLynn. Kings Park is gorgeous at any time of the year, but in spring especially. Our spring starts in September so you’ll have to get back on that old treadly again.
I burst right out laughing and my family gave me one of those raised eyebrow looks as I read your carbon nuetral activity. I'm with you about not liking a helmet, I want to feel the wind in my hair.
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.
Writing Sprint! Set a timer for 10 minutes and write without stopping about whatever comes to your mind. I challenge you to deny your urge to edit yourself as you write. If you must, you’re allowed to edit, but only after you finish your ten minute sprint. Ready? Set. GO! My brain is asking if this is some kind of test 'cause it hasn't studied and I'm urging it to just go blank and let the creativity flow. There is hesitation, perhaps downright balking. The refusal is adamant, there will be no 'blanking.' I'm cajoling and pointing out this is a ten-minute exercise, just ten measly minutes. How much time has been wasted now? My thoughts are many and jumbled, but the fretting ones are foremost. My youngest had an emergency ultrasound this morning and she sent me a screen shot of the images. This is unheard of to receive a diagnostic test two days after a phone consultation. Huh, no real doctor's visits at the moment thanks to Covid-19. I don't know how to interpret ultrasound images. I'm pretty sure there wasn't a chapter in the Mom handbook that dealt with this. I did a quick Google search though and I did not share my unsubstantiated findings with Danielle. According to the 'wise' site of all things questioned, dark areas on a breast ultrasound image indicate a cyst, or a tumour. Now we both worry as we wait for some kind of results. Both of her grandmothers were diagnosed with breast cancer. A few periphery female relatives also knew this type of cancer. The ultimate goal is peace of mind. Is this the big C, or not? Danielle needs an answer. In the meantime, she messages me with more questions and at least most of those I can address. For now we buoy our spirits with the daily dose of cuteness, pics of fifteen-month old Alexandra. Do I stop typing and put both hands in the air when the ten minutes is up? Whoa, another message has arrived...I hear the...
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