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.
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.
Queen NormaJean Greeneyes 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 5th Prompt: What is the best thing to come out of staying at home? Ah, there's always a silver lining to any situation. Staying home isn't all that bad. Sure, Covid forced us to forfeit most of our forays and our get-togethers. It curtailed our freedoms. It limited our interactions, the face-to-face of our meetings. It did not squelch our spirit, or our sense of humour.We are so much more than a virus. I have grown to like the grunge look, or as some would say the casual dress code. I am comfortable in my own skin and I 've never felt the need to dress to impress myself. Lately, my choice of attire does not aspire to speak to anyone. Colour matching is not a criteria. My power suit rarely features buttons, or zippers. Comfy and loose-fitting are all I need. Footwear is not a necessity, in fact I prefer barefeet. Eschewing form -fitting outfits has permitted me to grow unfortunately. Rediscovering the joy of cooking and baking has necessitated the need for taste-testing and sampling. I am human and cannot resist the tantalizing aromas my efforts create. My new motto is if I bake it I will not forsake it. Cookies and I have formed a bond. Besides satisfying my insatiable sweet tooth I've endeavoured to assuage my appetite for reading. With cinemas shuttered I amuse myself absorbing great stories. I kinda appreciate that their cost of admission is far less than the expense of theatre tickets. With the minimal effort of clutching a book and turning pages I am transported beyond the confines of my four walls. Of course, staying home increases my odds of remaining Covid-free and that's a compelling reason to do so. There's no place like home.
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