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.
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."
Years back I dated a lady who was extremely accident prone. On one occasion she caught her dress pocket on a door handle as we exited the theater. She ripped her dress open, buttons popping off all over. Another time I stopped to pick her up for a dinner date. As we were exiting her apartment, she remembered her purse and rushed back in to grab it. She slipped on the floor and slid into the table, chipping her front tooth. On yet another outing while viewing some antique mining equipment, she climbed up on a big dump truck for a picture. She decided to jump down, but had caught her shirt on something and ripped it off!
September 18th prompt: Take us through a day in your life at your job/career. Today, 10:10ish: Emily awakened me via a text. I heard the chirpy "hello" generated by a Minion voice and I fumbled for my cell phone. My eyes opened reluctantly to read,"When do you want me to come over?" Not fully functioning my fingers stabbed at the teeny tiny keyboard. After a few attempts at sounding coherent and an equal number of erasures, I punched in a reply. I advised my grandgiggle I was just waking up. I was hinting I needed time to clear the cobwebs. Within a few minutes: Emily texted,
"Well doesn't have to be now. Just whenever you want me to come." Thinking this was the extent of our communication I rolled over and dozed off. Again the Minion summoned me. "Want me to stay for a sleepover?" With a sigh I forced my weary eyes open again. Obviously I needed to answer Emily. Before I composed something I read her Mom would drop her off. I relied on the ever reliable short 'okay, when?" 10:50ish: Em texted, "On my way." I thanked her for the warning and rolled out of bed. Thus began my Saturday. Perhaps I shouldn't have stayed awake binge-watching a Britbox series until 2:a.m. By the time Em breezed in, I'd shrugged into clothes and started to sip a hot cup of tea. She wanted to know our itinerary for the day. Ah, plans had to be made. Together we decided to visit the local fall fair and gathered the foray necessities; sunglasses, keys, and cell phones to snap pics. As we were leaving, hubby who was supposed to be on an extended road trip phoned to ask if I had any plans for the day. Long story short yet another transport had broken down and he wanted a lift to recover a new rig. Ah, I'd be a chauffeur. First, Em and I sauntered amongst the exhibits at the fair savouring the glorious sunshine and people-watching. Our road trip ate another three hours of our afternoon . Em acted as the D.J. selecting saved tunes from her phone and played through the car's bluetooth system. I heard music new to me and I liked it. Easy, carefree lesson... Back in the vicinity of home, we decided to partake of more fresh air. We strolled down to the nearby lakefront intending to snap more photos. The glimmering water, the sun rays, the floating ducks, all posed for us. Vibrants reds, yellows, and purples beckoned to us in the form of waving blooms. At home, Em searched online for a movie she was sure I'd enjoy. Her instincts were spot on and we laughed through it. The film's premise was based on a favourite childhood book her father had loved. Next we prepared a stir-fry for supper chattering all the while. Now I am composing this blog as Em sits beside me urging me to pay attention to "the good parts" in the Netflix series "The Umbrella Academy." Our together time continues... This is but a day in my semi-retired life. Emily and I share another "sleep-me-over."
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