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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. |
| May 18th Prompt: What chore do you most dislike doing? Tell us a creative story about how you might get out of doing it. Grumble, groan, shrug. I dislike cleaning the oven. I once owned, or so I thought, a self-cleaning gas oven. I set the onboard controls to clean and walked away. The unmistakable odour of imminent destruction lured me back to discover a glowing, red hot appliance, locked door and all. That experiment destroyed the oven's element. My current electric oven is toiling under a thick blanket of gunk. If I recall the worst culprit correctly, a double chocolate cake batter erupted in there like Mount Vesuvius. Oh, the dark roiling waves oozed everywhere. I dealt with it by sprinkling salt in the molten mess. Now a greasy charcoal armour encases the oven floor. I reckon the only solution is to find an oven-cleaning afficionado who will respond favourably to my baking inducements. Yes, I am forced to resort to bribery. First, I will need to ensure that the windows are open during a stiff breeze. Then I will strategically place a platter of freshly-created chocolate chip cookies next to that opening. Someone will take the bait and follow the enticement wafting around them.Once trapped, er, sufficiently lured, I will lament the sad state of my overworked oven. Imagine the quality, the flavour of future cookies from a clean oven. If you crave more treats, complete this one worthwhile task. Of course it goes without saying, but I will endeavour not to re-gunk the oven. So, who wants some delectable cookies? |
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