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 2nd Prompt: Where do you see yourself five years from now? Where will I be in five years? What will I be doing? Hmmm, short answer is I dunno. At this moment, I have no plans for that far in the future. Sometimes, I am loathe to consider five minutes into the future. Of course, I would like to still be alive and kicking in five years. Ideally, I'd like to experience life as an older version of myself. Within that all too brief span I plan to continue being the me that indulges in too many delectable cookies and sips copious cups of tea.There are thousands more conversations to enjoy. Heaven forbid that I no longer engage in chin wags with those dearest to me and those I hope to encounter. I plan to continue my enthusiastic involvement with my life partner, my children and my grandgiggles.There are joint adventures yet to be undertaken. In five years I will have rearranged, reconfigured, and reaffirmed a plethora of words.I have no plans to cease writing. Oh, and did I mention the joy of reading? For my entire existence I've been an avid reader. Everyday is a grand day to devour a story. I am certain I will never be bored. Perhaps in five years time hubby and I will be touring North America in a RV meandering along roadways that beckon us to explore them. Becoming gypsies could be fun. If I set that as my future, I should utilize the next years to downsize, purge, cull a lifetime of accumulating stuff. After all, isn't it said that we can't take it with us?
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