Einstein, Aristotle, Honest Abe, Davey Crockett
ok, I see a problem.... the first two would talk to each other, you'd be odd one out,
the second two would talk together, and again you'd be odd one out! LOL
Maybe invite Mary and Martha from the Bible...
except which one would you get stuck with? LOL
I would say you are on target, Go for it. I have always said the Grim Reaper will need to sneak up behind me and catch me of guard. And then I will wrestle him.
Living with someone helps me regulate. But Pannya is visiting his mother; so, I'll eat rice (with butter) today. I did my exercise this morning and 'winter' has started. The lower temps will make it easier to be outside. I try to walk every day.
My legs are stronger than a year ago but I can't walk fast like I used to. I try not to think about stairs until I go back to Montana.
The wealthy can afford a cook, an accountant, a chauffeur, a housekeeper. The rest of us just cope.
When I was younger... last century... I lost a lot of weight by dancing every night. Now, not having a car = walking (dangerous in Thailand).
I needn't do some things alone; but, I'm used to not being in groups and becoming a groupie is an undesirable option for me.
Yep. My blog, "Porthole" has lists I check off daily. Not important to do everything every day; but, when I'm traveling I have a special checklist. I'll set out my clothes the night before. Packing is a nightmare in spite of the preparation. Mostly, I'm fine. I still feel that last minute hysteria that comes with the slippage of my mind.
The daily list includes learning/using/watching Thai. Since I'm in Thailand that makes sense... until I forget... therefore the list.
No one reads my blog or comments (about one or two per month). Locally, I do share my accomplishments as chit-chat. I know people who exercise daily, have rigid diets (I don't), know about the pitfalls of Thai culture and government rules (helped me with the anxiety I felt over my visa extension). Not everything can be verified or makes sense online.
I've lived alone for so many years... I'm enjoying sharing a place here in Udon Thani and wonder whether I should ever live alone again. Yes, I can still live alone... but should I?
I remove the elastic and cut up into pieces for rags. Most anything can be a rag. The elastic can be tossed or used to tie or bundle other things. Socks can be cut up as well. Depending on fabric... the compost heap might be appropriate.
I keep my best underwear/socks/etc. for travel. I tend to use until threadbare. I have 'ancient' shirts. I have pants that are too small or too big. My weight has fluctuated. I usually buy second hand.
Chop onions, add other ingredients, and make a meatloaf or meatless-loaf. Slice and freeze... if there are leftovers.
I gardened as a child but haven't had the opportunity for years. Here in Thailand I live near markets that offer dead or alive fresh food. Green papaya is now in season, along with dragon fruit. We picked some up last night.
I hated 2016. 2018 didn't affect me as much. 2020 would've been fine until...
2022 was important but not earth-shattering like 2010.
2024... the "winner takes all and punishes everyone else" is now a characteristic of the American system. Other countries do better with ever changing coalitions and minor parties that have a voice. In Taiwan, the indigenous peoples have 6 designated seats in their legislature. The US talks about diversity and inclusiveness but the system doesn't believe in either. Marginalized voices tend to be drowned out. I've felt marginalized most of my life.
Fortunately, I don't get robo calls... so I'm blessed.
I was glad when disco was out. It seemed like such a superficial craze. The clothing, the lights,the mirror balls, the attitude just felt silly. For people who were raised in jeans and t-shirts and free for all dancing and twisting, formal dance steps and being paired off was too much to ask. It was flashy and artificial.
Now that we have had decades to get over it, it seems kind of campy to revisit it. For baby boomers who need more exercise, it feels like fun. While it was embarrassing for those of us not caught up in it then, it would be cool now to learn what we missed or relearn what we forgot. We wouldn't have to do the double knits or the baggy pants, but show up however we want to dress. Get the blood flowing just like at beach music parties or sock hops or Beatle imitators.
And no strobe lights! But play that funky music and move those feet! I'd sign up for a class. Get that aerobic activity the doctor is demanding. Bring back disco dancing.
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