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.
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!
WWAD-what would Andre do! Maybe he could get a 3D-printer, make bracelets with WWAD on them and sell them on the side.
We get our dogs braided rope toys to chew on and use dental sticks to help clean their teeth. Perhaps Andre would enjoy a nice braided chew rope, and if someone would make a banana flavored dental stick, he could use it for a swizzle stick in his drink and chew on after he downs it.
My grandgiggles now ask if I'm wearing bubble wrap when I venture forth for a meander/walk/stroll. I thought a clumsy monkey could be conceivable and that he'd be told the same thing I am. Be careful. What is that? Accidents happen, to me any way.
QueenNormaJeanGreeneggs&vegham You win! I've never been shot at, well, not directly. I once experienced the back window of my car being shot out as I drove along a highway. I believe it was a hunter's errant bullet. I wrote about us accident prone people. I refer to it as O.U.C.H. I believe I intended that to mean Our Unique Clumsiness Hurts. We create our own writing material.
Oh come on - I've had so many weird accidents - last one I swear I tripped on a feather. Broke 2 bones in my hand, cast for 4 weeks and now I'm going to see the doctor tomorrow. Cannot move the blasted hand at all.
Car accidents, been shot at, blew my knee getting into a truck. falling down drunk and waking up looking like a prize fighter when I had to go to a family funeral. I've had a few good ones.
I'm the accident-prone one around these parts - although most people would guess my most-used word falls into the "swear" category, it's actually "ouch."
Years back I dated a lady who was extremely accident prone. On one occasion she caught her dress pocket on a door handle as we exited the theater. She ripped her dress open, buttons popping off all over. Another time I stopped to pick her up for a dinner date. As we were exiting her apartment, she remembered her purse and rushed back in to grab it. She slipped on the floor and slid into the table, chipping her front tooth. On yet another outing while viewing some antique mining equipment, she climbed up on a big dump truck for a picture. She decided to jump down, but had caught her shirt on something and ripped it off!
May 15th prompt: Writè about a time when you or someone you know acted selflessly. What was the motivation and what were the results? My hubby has the habit of scouring the roadside as he drives. Over the years and kilometres, he's spotted many an accident. He's rescued stranded travellers from simple engine stalls, crashes, injuries, and miscalculations re fuel supply. During a family trip down a dirt backroad that caused our kids to squeal with glee as their stomachs seemed to drop to their feet, Paul braked suddenly and threw our car into reverse. Of course, we questioned why. As he pulled into a u-turn and stopped opposite a long curving driveway , we saw the reason. Off amongst the trees, a large station wagon type vehicle rested about a hundred metres from the road. He warned us to stay put and he fought his way through the thick underbrush. Paul discovered a shaking woman at the wheel and two teenaged girls in the backseat. He shouted his intentions to force the doors open, but first he had to manhandle a few tree stumps away from the body of the wagon. I must mention that my hubby owned a car restoration business and knew his cars. He immediately recognized that this particular model's windows opened electrically and the car's engine wasn't running. The people were trapped unable to escape via those closed windows, or the locked and blocked doors. He freed them and helped them to our car. One of the poor girls had a wire dental halo encircling her head and it cut into her cheeks and mouth after her face striking the back of a seat. When the sobbing eased, the still breathless driver pointed at the driveway and dropped a bomb. It was her home up that hill. Her husband was up there oblivious to this accident. She and the girls were expected to be shopping in the nearby city for hours. This happened in pre cell phone times so she could not call for help. I cannot fathom being trapped in my sedan within sight of my own driveway. Eagle-eyed Paul had spied them.As I mentioned, this is just one of his many rescues.
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