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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. |
| July 10th Prompt: Go outside. Sit and observe with all 5 senses. Where does your mind wander when you sit quietly? Whew! At long last, the humidity blanket has been lifted. I'm not gasping. Breathing doesn't cause excess perspiration. Rain pitter patters on the out- stretched awning. A steady waterfall splatters from the deck rail to the ground. Thunder rumbles, huffs and puffs in a deep rolling growl. Lightning flashes and slashes the deep purple sky. Ah, the damp breeze caresses my overheated skin. It soothes and cools. I swipe the salt from my lips and inhale. For the first time in weeks, I am not dripping and seeming to melt. A few sprinkles splash up from the burgeoning puddle underfoot. Boom! Clap! Plink, plunk, splork. The green grass shimmers . Teardrop diamonds glitter suspended from leaves as they elongate and slip to the ground. The birds are silent, no squawking, chirping, trilling. Where are the squirrels? Their chirring and chattering are absent. All I hear is the steady drum of rain. It echos. I smile and remember dancing in the rain. Hair plastered to my skull, I twirled and leapt. Pausing only to swipe moisture from my eyes, I stomped and splashed in deepening puddles. Oh, cool, thick mud oozed and squished between my bare toes. Summer rainfall is the best. |
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