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 |    My random thoughts and reactions to my everyday life. The voices like a forum. |
| 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. |
| Blogging Circle of Friends Day 3936: November 29, 2023 Prompt: Blog about your greatest accomplishment for the month of November. What did I do in November? Well, I wrote a blog entry every day. In that blog I attempted to answer the prompt and remain on topic. I tackled the mundane. Somebody has to wrestle with the laundry and shop for sustenance. So, there's that, no one succumbed to starvation. I visited the youngest two grandgiggles. Many Christmas-themed crafts were created. Just yesterday I noticed the red marker stain has vanished from my left hand. I believe the lingering glitter has finally vacated my person. I had a glow about me. In time the glue gun burns will heal. I still have my fingerprints. I caught a cold. What a ridiculous statement, eh? It's not as if I chased it down, cornered and subdued it. It's not as if I wanted a cold. My chapped, washed-too-often hands are proof my resistance proved futile. The exorcism is ongoing. Repeatedly, I dispel the cold germs into tissues which I wad up and toss. Sudden explosive sneezes have so far failed to frighten off the invader. I've not detected so much as a flinch when I brandish Vick's Vaporub. Drowning the cold in copious fluids has not helped. I resort to waiting out the invasion. Perhaps if I do succeed in coughing up a lung, the cold will accept my sacrifice and move on. |
| Blogging Circle of Friends Day 3935: November 28, 2023 Prompt: What are your goals for December. I have not scrawled a to-do list for December. Yes, I'm aware that it is fast approaching. At the moment I've stalled. I'm wallowing in the throes of a head cold. The pounding headache is distracting. My sinuses feel bloated and ready to burst. I feel blah. This too shall pass. This serves as a reminder that I'm only human and subject to the forces, the vagaries, the annoyances of marauding germs. Since December is but a few days away my goal is to ditch this cold and avoid any other illnesses. To that end I should write a letter to Santa requesting a 'bug zapper.' The kind of blaster that neutralizes pesky germs. |
| Blogging Circle of Friends Day 3934: November 27, 2023 Prompt: Blog about what makes you happy this time of year. Hmmm, what makes me happy this time of year? This is a classic stalling technique. Repeat the question and then scramble for an answer. Perhaps hum and haw. Offer an 'I dunno.' "Let me think." Oh, I know. I appreciate the lack of buzzing, loitering, biting insects at this time of year. They are fair-weather irritants that dislike colder temperatures. My donning of a thick parka may also be a deterrent. Their wee stingers cannot penetrate my snow armour and if they did attempt to swarm me they would not find exposed skin. The one protruding exception being my nose. I also appreciate not dousing myself in 'bug dope'. I do not miss that particular and peculiar scent. There are times when I believe it only serves as a baster/tenderizer anyway. Not that I always do this and 'cause I refuse to be a slave to fashion or worry about how I look, but no one need raise their eyebrows and pointedly stare this time of year. What am I wearing under my winter gear? It could be pyjamas. It could be my hubby's shirt. It could be an ugly Christmas sweater. It could be absolutely nothing. Some may find my air of mystery scintillating. Sorry folks, there will not be a reveal, big or otherwise. At this time of year I like browsing at Christmas bazaars. The creativity and perseverance of crafters amazes me. I admit to liking the strains of Christmas music wafting through the frigid air. It's a once-a-year phenomenon. I also will indulge in viewing a Christmas movie or two. 'Tis the season. During my evening strolls I gaze upon cheery Christmas light displays that glow and twinkle. I still prefer the rainbow-coloured ones. I love the wide-eyed, awed, unblinking stares of children when they notice the festive decorations. I love crafting with my grandgiggles. A little bit of glue, glitter, paper, paint, ribbon, 'smushmallows' and imagination results in glorious creations. Even the green-smeared face of the four-year old makes me smile. After our recent sessions, we both glowed with the fun and the glitter that stuck to our skin. The fact that the four-year old asks many questions makes me happy. She's exercising her curiosity. The 'argument' re the spelling of her name caused me to chuckle. She insisted that there's only one 'a' in Alexandra. She also claimed that the 'x' is hers. Okay, she may have it. Lots of things, places and people make me happy. I am lucky! |
| Blogging Circle of Friends Day 3933 November 26, 2023 On this day in history , Lewis Carroll published Alice in Wonderland. What's your favorite character from the story and why? This quote by Carroll is interesting---- "Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast." What impossible things happened before breakfast today? I suppose I like and admire the Cheshire Cat. There's something about his cheeky grin. Being able to disappear and reappear wherever and whenever he chooses is both convenient and mysterious. Imagine during a debate, an argument, a difference of opinion you just, poof, remove yourself from the encounter. Conversely, being invisible may permit one to eavesdrop/spy. What happened before breakfast today? The inconceivable occurred. I awoke with a head cold. Germs dared to invade and set up camp. Tiny, microscopic microbes are tramping through my skull thumping drums and plugging my nasal passages with their unwanted presence. The fact that both my grandgiggles are currently suffering with runny noses and coughs made my chances of avoiding this attack impossible. My wish that these irritating illnesses did not exist borders on fantasy. More snow sentinels joined their icy comrades outside and because of a fall a few walks ago, my daughter declared it impossible for me to climb her driveway and access my vehicle. She dispatched her hubby to trudge out to my truck and drive it to the front door. I bade my family adieu. "Parting is such sweet sorrow." I shall be back. |
| BCOF Blog Prompt November 25th: What's your favourite Christmas carol? Do you sing with your family? Well, what a coincidence of a blog prompt. I am visiting with my youngest two grandgiggles and yes, we've been singing. I admit a few Christmas carols have been warbled. As it snowed we had to belt out our version of 'Let It Snow'. Of course we repeated those memorable lines as we shivered 'cause we're full of bluster. " The cold never bothered me anyway." Thanks Frozen . While we rolled and molded snow, Alexandra, the four-year old, and I trilled 'Frosty the Snowman'. Christina, the nine- month old, loves dancing to 'Rockin'Around the Christmas Tree'. It is catchy.It could be she's reacting to the cute penguins ringing jingle bells as the music plays. I've yet to be bombarded by relentless radio repetition. I live in anticipation. |
| November 24th BCOF PROMPT: Black Friday... It's simple, I'm not a fan or a participant. Black Friday is just another day. I do not anticipate it. Do the savings exist? Are they worth a once a year buying spree? Do I need or will I use more electronics? I don't want even more clothing. The furniture is still serviceable. The truck is rolling along on its new tires which were purchased two months ago when we acquired it. I needed my new winter coat thirty days ago. I suppose I could time my purchases better?That dark name is not a shopping enhancement.Why can't retailers offer deals year round? |
| BCOF Prompt November 23rd: Free write!! What shall I write about? Hmmm, think, think, thunk... I know. At the moment I'm visiting the two youngest grandgiggles. The youngest, Christina, is ten months old. She just laughs when I try coaching her to say Nanna. Apparently, my attempts at Christmas karaoke also cause her to giggle. At least she doesn't sob and cover her ears. Today, the four-year old, Alexandra informed me there is a list of bad words . Say it isn't so. I am not 'apposed' to say them...ever. I just learned that 'fine' is at the top of the list. Huh? Oh, sometimes it's used as a sarcastic, attitude-y word. Fine, I can skip that particular verbiage...if I must. Now, I've been warned repeatedly that 'stupid' is not a good or nice word. As it stands if I say it one more time Alexandra tells me she will put me in time out. Message received. I suppose the real shocker was the next no-no. Her tone of voice signified a wistfulness, a longing, a loss. "We don't say the 'fuck' word anymore." Excuse me? Since when did 'we' commonly utter that harsh word? This is the same girl who just yesterday explained that her toque and mitts were 'accessories'. Ah, I did wonder. There are three more days scheduled for this visit. My lessons will continue. |
| BCOF November 22nd Prompt: Begin your blog entry "On a cold morning in late November..." On a cold morning in late November I shivered as I followed a set of tiny tracks etched in the fresh snow. My boot clad feet crunched and squeaked. I tightened the fleece scarf around my neck and snugged my hat to my head. Inside my woollen mitts my fingers flexed. Puffs of my expirations rose around me. Tears threatened to obscure my vision. Did I say it was cold? Freezing better described the howling wind whipping snow crystal shards into my cheeks.Brrr! Something had explored my backyard criss-crossing and zig-zagging. Trees were ringed in circles. A few patches of green peaked through in a few spots. As I stopped to inspect a flattened rose bush my feet were knocked out from under me and I dropped to the ground. Snuffling and snorting echoed before I recognized a distinct panting. George my neighbour's shih-tzu shook snowflakes from his red sweater and grinned. Only a puppy could appreciate this change of weather. |
| Blogging Circle of Friends Day 3928: November 21, 2023 Prompt: “In November you begin to know how long the winter will be.” Martha Gellhorn Use this quote to inspire your blog entry. Oh, this is very true! I understand why winter is referred to as the long night. The 'new' darkness seems to be extra black and impenetrable. I already miss the longer hours of glorious daylight. Often I have no concept of time. It's only six p.m.? It feels like bedtime. On the grey sun-less days, and there are far too many of them, the local landscape appears bleak. Gone are the vibrant leaves of crimson, gold and orange. Maple and oak trees stand naked with exposed spindly arms thrashing in the cold winds. Even the nearby lake resembles a washed-out , pale quilt. Dressing for the outdoors is a guessing game. The weather is moody and confused. During one recent day everything was thrown at us. The sun beamed, a blizzard descended and obscured the horizon, torrential rain hammered the earth, only for it all to be repeated in an endless manic loop. It is the season though for Santa Claus Parades and a plethora of Christmas themed craft bazaars/ bake sales/ concerts and such. The message is clear: Christmas is coming, be prepared. There are so many talented, creative people! What do I take away from this? Ignore the weather, it is what it is. Find something to keep yourself busy and your mind occupied. Six months of winter is bearable if you do. There is only so much moaning and lamenting we can endure. November is the buffer month, but it is limited to thirty days. Thirty days to adjust and acclimate. |
| Blogging Circle of Friends Day 3927: November 20, 2023 Prompt: Universal Children's Day Write something about children. I'm five and sometimes people say "oh dear" 'Cause names are not easy for me to hear. I see the 'custoadian' hop and sweep It's his job to smile and clean halls to keep. I wave and shout. "Hey, it's me Mister Brooms!" The nice man laughs and says, "I'm Mister Coombs." I do not know why, but it is so true My bus driver has not one name, but two. I say hello to Miss Arse or Miss Snow. Mom says she's sure it is Ms. Arsenault. |
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