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."
September 4th Prompt: If the Internet disappeared tomorrow, how would you continue to share your love of food? Hmmm, another what if contemplation. As I sit and ponder I munch on a graham cracker discovered in a concealed box forgotten in the pantry. No, I did not think to check for an expiry date before I partook of a bite. I must have purchased this treat some time within the last year, or two. They taste unstale. It's an alternative to a cracker, not too salty, or too sweet. Why don't I eat these more often? I like a graham cracker even without the usual camouflage of marshmallow and chocolate, ( a s'more). Double hmmm, I am sharing this particular tidbit via the internet. How could I accomplish this earth-shattering feat without the mighty internet? This is the moment I divulge that I do not nurture a bevy of carrier pigeons basking on my roof growing rotund on a steady supply of bird seed. Really, how far could big-boned birds fly anyway on a moment's notice? I have no faith in their stamina. Oh, and don't carrier pigeons require training of some sort? Where would I have accessed such knowledge? A You Tube instructional video sourced from the internet? Not that I make this a regular practice, but if I wished to share a tantalizing pic of my food choices online and circulated amongst my Facebook compadres, what could possibly be an alternative? Facebook is somewhat immediate, isn't it? The resulting reactions are, too. Snapping and then pursuing the actual printing of a photo before I snail-mailed it to all pertinent contacts would be time-consuming. If this provoked any replies they would be received long past a time I cared. During that interval I'd have moved on to other pressing concerns and probably other foodie concerns. I suppose I could actually meet with people , right? I could host a phenomenon known as a dinner party. To that end I'd prepare a certain amount of delectables. Seeing and tasting is believing. Wait, why not share a plethora of food? Everyone could contribute their favourite dishes in the manner of a potluck meal. Now, my mouth is watering and I commiserate with Pavlov's salivating dog. The power of persuasion is strong. No matter if the Internet exists or not, this evening I plan to enjoy a raucous bbq meal with my family at our seasonal campsite. We will share ribs, laughter and non-stop conversation. A few friends may drop in, so the more the merrier. Sharing face to face will always be my preferred method.
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