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.
Music often has the ability to remind us of old memories. In your entry today, be inspired by a specific piece of music or a musical instrument. What feelings/emotions does the music or instrument stir in you? Share a specific memory your chosen song or instrument reminds you of. Mary stops to wipe a tear and remember. The inspiring song There'll Always Be An England causes her chest to heave and her pulse to quicken. With the sweeping drums, horns, and piano she is transported to her childhood in London, England. She grins and dances on the streets with her siblings. Mary is not quite sure what has happened, but everyone, all of her neighbours and her Mom are hugging each other and crying. She recognizes tears of joy. A few times, she has been swooped up into someone's arms and twirled all about only to be plonked back on the ground to teeter on unsteady feet. The gaiety is contagious. The non-stop noise is deafening. Metal pots and pans clang. Whistles pierce the air. Vehicle horns blare. The unmistakable strains from a violin float on the warm spring breeze. And the roar of the milling crowd is a constant. Every few minutes, a new song starts up and the boisterous mob belts it out. Cheer after cheer rings out and echoes off the brick buildings. Mary doesn't understand this spontaneous street party, but she likes it. Adults playing and laughing is a welcome sight. A man approaches with a camera and Mary and her older brother pose for him with their arms draped across each other's shoulders. Mary does not recall the flash of this long ago moment. When she studies this photo now, she marvels at her wide smile and instantly hears the revelry of the crowd. Years later, she comprehends the excitement of her fellow London dwellers. They were celebrating VE Day, Victory in Europe. The Germans had surrendered ending "hostilities." Everyone rejoiced the ceasefire. Londoners had persevered and the nightly bombings were no more. "Red, white and blue, what does it mean to you?" "Home," Mary whispers.
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