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.
The car was in the shop for over a week. I did not get a loaner or a rental. I stayed at home. Trying to save money, and I did not need a ride to or from work. I did get my niece's car from Friday night until Sunday night. It came with her 3 kids. I gave up the car and the kids when she came back to town!
I can now sympathize with those who because of eyesight, disability, or age-related problems have to give up the car keys. The sense of independence is gone. I had nowhere to go, but felt imprisoned, knowing I couldn't go. I felt like a child, completely dependent on taxis or others. It gave me a glimpse of what a long-term stint will be as I age further. (I am not going to be one of those still going strong in my 90's.)
Driving gives you that sense of independence when you're 16. It stays with you, but you take it for granted until you lose it. Giving up driving is difficult for seniors. Many don't give it up soon enough. I've had enough of that for a while.
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