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."
Day 14 Agra, India After yesterday's pampering and quiet contemplation, a ride aboard a crowded, jostling train creates a stark contrast. The steady rhythm of the heclickety-clack served as a backdrop to a non-stop hum of voices. My fellow bloggers and I added to the nattering. Today is a people-y day. We become one with the pulsating throng eager to behold Taj Mahal. We shuffle along elbow to elbow scarcely blinking. Everyone cradles a camera or a cell phone and everyone jockeys for optimal positions to shoot photos. Patience is tested. At first sight, Taj Mahal is a glimmering, ivory marble configuration with minarets and domes. It dominates the landscape next to the Yamuna River. It's sheer size never mind its architecture would qualify it as one of the seven wonders of the world. Some refer to it as the gem of India or the "jewel of Muslim art in India." All of this grandeur houses two tombs; one for the Emperor Shah Jahan and one for his favourite wife, Mumtaz. Um, where are his other wives buried? This ostentatious building is simply a mausoleum, an expensive mausoleum. Reportedly thousands of artisans toiled for years at this site. Its architect, Lahauri referred to it as " illumined or illustrious tomb." A history of neglect and theft haunts this building. The British restored it in 1908. Taj Mahal is also shrouded in controversy. There are claims that it is a Hindu temple and some claim it is a Shiva temple. Some people argue it does not represent Indian culture. Apparently, the gangs of climbing monkeys do not revere this site. They clamber about to watch the tourists. No doubt this is a stunning monument and it speaks to the artistry of its creators. I would describe it as extravagant. For supper, we , the band of bloggers extraordinaire, descend upon a chic rooftop eatery, Tea'se Me. Hmm, provocative name, no? It boasts a bold black and white decor accented by twinkling lights. It is a bustling, humming venue. I soon discover the restaurant's name indicates its specialty, teas, specifically iced teas. Oh, I can attest to the delight of a mango iced tea. Nothing satisfies a squawker more than quality iced tea. To better sample the menu offerings we order different dishes to share. We spare no expense and we refuse to consider calories. This is a vacation and we choose to eat our way along. We discuss the proper name for this type of tourism. Is this a food foray? A treat trek? The Anti-Calorie Consortium?
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