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.
Didn't ICE find the illegal aliens who had secretly landed in our trailer parks and ICE shipped them to an El Salvadorian prison? I thought many of the trailer park inhabitants who resisted will be vacationing at the prison, er renamed Cultural Exchange Theme Park, soon?
When the toe heels it may be time for specially fitted shoes. Broken bones, no matter how small, can create or exacerbate other health issues as one ages.
A Warped Witch I Be Yes, I have family nearby. The lake is also across the road. Water is kinda important, eh? A spoonful of coffee grounds just isn't the same without it. Thanks for commiserating with me.
I'm so sorry to hear you're having such a terrible week. I've gone through the float valve thing at my old house in Maine, it felt like forever before they got it replaced. I bought gallons of water to keep my coffee supply steady. I refilled empty jugs for the toilet from the lake. We were lucky it happened in the summer because bathing was at the lake. I can't imagine doing it in the fall with the temperatures dropping. I never asked if your family lives nearby? Hopefully, you can take care of the essentials there.
Very nicely written. I am a big communicator and if more people would put forth a better effort, it would be a better place. Little acts of kindness truly goes a long way. You have identified it well. I can feel your sincerity coming through your writing. I would like to see more of the younger crowd helping or being involved with the older folks. I know my day goes better when someone has said hi or gives a waves.
I don't care for dark British/Dutch humor. Dislike Monty Python as well. Give me a bittersweet French or Japanese movie or a sad Portuguese song. I'm more introspective.
You were very fortunate. I never really fell into anyone's arms.
I need to reassess my needs. My 'romantic' efforts in Thailand had limited success.
An easy prompt for tonight. I'm tired, don't want to think much, so an easy one. What did you do during the 'Great Shutdown For The Upgrade' of WDC today? Tell us all the 'gory' details! Hmmm, what did I do while my connection to WDC was momentarily severed leaving me adrift? Well, I obviously did not visit the site. And truth be told I did not engage in anything remotely gory, or illegal, or questionable, or mind-altering, or even exciting. I frittered away the time. I immersed myself in busy work. I did whatever I could to re-focus my attention and energy. You'd have to question the dust bunnies, I know they were studying me from their dark lair under the loveseat, but I may have surfed a wee bit longer on Facebook. There are so many memes to read and dramas to witness. It's mind boggling. I confess that this type of activity suits me especially since ice rain pelted my windows. Surfing from the comfort of my computer chair buffers me from the bracing sea air, the stinging salt water, and the screeching seagulls. My equilibrium is not seaworthy at the best of times and surfing from home I'm able to balance a cup of tea and a few cookies. Perhaps I lingered too long online reorganizing my extensive photo library. Two of the hairier dust bunnies rolled out of hiding to see for themselves if I was still breathing. They skedaddled quick enough when I jumped up and opened the pantry closet. I understand their fear. Hooked to the interior of that door is a broom, but they need not have worried. Sweeping , or the compulsion to clean had not caused my sudden movement. I'd searched for a supper inspiration. Not entirely surprised, I did not find any. I do recall changing a light bulb at some point. In the past I would've climbed up onto a kitchen chair without a further thought. Now with the replacement knee I must weigh all the pros and cons to conceive of a plan of action. Chairs have bucked me off. Chairs are often slippery. Chairs have a tendency to slide out from under me. This manoeuver emboldened me to attempt another household feat of derring-do. I hoisted my self up onto the edge of the bathtub and changed the shower curtain. I weebled and wobbled while I held my breath. Two for two, I did not mess up my landing. I ventured outside briefly to shuffle to the post office. For my considerable effort I rescued a few flyers and a credit card statement from my mail box. Shivering upon re-entry I considered completing an inventory of the mitts and such, but that proved to be a fleeting concept. I don't want it to be like that movie 'Field of Dreams.' If you build it they will come. If my mittens and gloves are ready and at hand, winter will assume it has been invited to visit. I doodled a wee bit. Christmas is imminent and I'm toying with the idea of painting some shirts as gifts. In the evening I succumbed to several episodes of yet another Britbox series. Deciphering the entertaining British slang amused me for a few hours. I learned "afters" refers to dessert as in what's after the meal? Makes sense to me. So, to sum up my day. What did I do? I idled.
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