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.
You have lovely memories of your library. You must have lived close enough to go on your own. I loved my local library too. I went on Saturday morning with my dad.My favourite books were Little Women, What Katy did, Heidi, and any Dickens books.
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."
When I was little, I dreamed of living in a treehouse surrounded by a pool with a spiral staircase going up the middle of the trunk. In your second to last entry of the month, write about your dream home. Describe the rooms in your fantasy house and any unique characteristics. Be creative! Whew, pant, pant...it's been far too humid recently. I hate to admit it, but I think I miss the winter temperatures. I'm envisioning my dream home to be an ice castle impervious to heat waves. Before this 'torture' I would've described my dream abode as a cedar, redwood and red brick edifice built on Vancouver Island. All of the generous windows would be placed to frame the spectacular view of majestic mountains and the Pacific Ocean. The upper deck that would follow the length of my home is constructed of cedar, black wrought iron and plexiglass panels so as not to impede my lofty view. Of course, I'd want an open concept interior, light and airy. Throw in cathedral ceilings for soaring space. May I have an elevator installed? Stairs and I do not see eye to eye. One wing , a magnificent glass statement, will house my indoor swimming pool. The kitchen will be a generous size with my first ever baking island. Both the deck and the master ensuite will feature hot tubs. Ah, bliss... Another wing will house my extensive and comfortable library complete with window nook seating. Sigh, the enormous master bedroom will be replete with walk-in closets and more than enough room to traverse the king-sized bed with ease. Hurray, no more shuffle, shuffle, side-step around my bed! But wait, I now desire an ice castle, so... I'd erect my ice palace in Quebec, Northern Quebec to be precise. I'd set it amongst an evergreen forest with a crystal clear lake in my front yard. The ice could not and would not ever melt. All the interior and exterior lighting would be ice chandeliers meant to refract all illumination and glimmer like millions of stars. To descend from the upper floor, I would swoop down a giant indoor slide. The flooring would glisten and should I grow weary of shuffling about, I could simply lace on a pair of skates and glide along. Little wee nooks and crannies would be carved into the walls to provide reading refuges. They'd be made alluring with blankets and pillows of rainbow hues. Several immense fireplaces would be built into the rooms and they'd glow with a welcoming warmth. With a few candelabras, imagine the flickering ambiance. Well, not now, but in the depths of a howling winter. Oh, I'd still want an indoor heated pool and a hot tub. Imagine the cozy steam. The thick ice walls would absorb sound and create a serene haven. My ice castle would be an oasis of calm. In the gourmet kitchen it would never dare to be too hot to bake. Unexpected visitors arrive? Cut new, fresh seating from blocks of ice. Another indisputable bonus to an ice house? Insects would avoid it. Hah, try to bite me there mosquitos and blackflies. In the here and now, these voracious buggers hover just outside the door and windows biding their time and knowing I cannot hide indoors forever. A miserably over-heated, itchy girl can dream, can't she?
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