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.
Witchy Woman 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.
PROMPT: War Chest Wednesday! What is your "philosophy of life"... the idea that guides the way you live? And why have you chosen it? Oooh, more heavy, touchy-feely stuff... How apropos post American election. How will we go on? Will we endure? I suppose I strive to be an optimist. I look for the silver lining. Okay, disaster sometimes hits me over the head, or tragedy reminds me I have no control, but I persevere. I respond to the good in people. I enjoy comedy, and laughter. Often everyday life is absurd. Are you familiar with the ridiculous Monty Python scene in which people caught up in being crucified break into song? There they are nailed to wooden crosses, and they warble, "Look on the sunny side of life." Not that I've experienced quite as piercing a dilemma, but for instance when I've fractured a limb, I choose to see the humour. I refer to my plaster cast as a battering ram, or my boot cast as a Frankenstein shoe. I encourage family and friends to decorate my new armature, and make it pretty. I chat with my fellow walking wounded. I listen to people and collect life stories. I strike up conversations with strangers wherever I am. In a short three block radius the other day, I gleaned the life history of an older gentleman I met by chance while we were both out limping. I learned that his gait is the result of a fall from the tallest building in our village which happens to have the glamorous name 'castle'. It's a restaurant with a turret, no moat, or guards. Now how many locals can lay claim to falling from a castle? There was no maiden in distress, but there was a leaky roof. Recently, another random stroller regaled me about basements, and foundations. Why that particular subject? I learned all about flood plains, and grading. My favourite place for funny talks is along the fence of the nearby elementary school. Young children at recess love to tell tales. One five-year old boy smiled this impish grin, and then tried to convince me that his father was only thirteen years old. All the kids chimed in with their best-guess age estimates of relatives. Many supposed their parents were "real old" at twenty. One girl was sure her Granny was thirty. They are always nosey; "Where are you going? What are you doing?" They are just so irresistibly happy, and positive! I choose to make the most of every day. Whining, and complaining won't get me anywhere. Humour supports me. On line posts supply unlimited giggles. Someone intended quite a different word, but the one they mis-typed caught my attention. The idea of "an old fork's home" is silly, but hey, do old utensils retire?
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