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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. |
| September 12th prompt: What part of your life has been disrupted the most by the stay at home orders? What have you done to adapt to spending more time at home? I'm certain I'm not the only one who bristles at orders that squash my socialization. Nothing compares to or replaces that interaction. What? Stay apart to stay together? Stand apart together? I never thought I'd live to experience this isolation, this enforced separation from family and friends. Phone calls and e-mails don't cut it. I missed hugs. I missed facial expressions conveyed face to face. I missed sharing meals. I missed board games. I missed crafting sessions. I missed long rambles where we exercised our jaws as much as our legs. My brain struggles with the Covid logic. Stay away from positive people? Before this pandemic I spent time alone, sometimes by choice, but I could always visit with anyone at anytime. Nothing was restricted, or denied. If someone wished to see me we arranged a get-together. Never did we worry about breathing on each other, or consuming the same air. Most likely germs floated all around us, but we were oblivious. Have I adapted? Possibly. I've grumbled. I've whined. I've complained. During my enforced Covid curfew I've kept busy reading, writing, and viewing all things British. I fill the hours with projects and entertainment. Most of the time, I've managed to ignore pesky housework. It's surprisingly easy to turn a blind eye to dust bunnies. They only make an appearance when they sunbathe. I appreciate their quiet presence. Who am I to deny their burrowing under furniture? I do not lay claim to that particular space. I've also refused to make any hasty, rash decisions re my bloated bookshelves. Yes, I concede that the books seem to be staging a mutiny. Many of them tower over me and they are in cahoots with the musty dust bunnies. Sigh. My baking urges have left me to devour most of what I create. Who can I share with? Maybe I could've stuffed fresh muffins into mail boxes, or door slots. Curbside deliveries are a thing now, but are they suited to baked goodies?This is not what I envision that ol' saying being. Let the cookies crumble. Who wants cookie crumbs? |
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