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: Tell us about a book you're currently reading (or have recently finished) . Give us a brief synopsis and your thoughts on it. Sigh, there are far too many books to read, and too few hours to do so. I like nothing better than to immerse myself in a book, and ignore petty distractions. Reading has never induced sleepiness, and once I begin a book I usually continue until I finish. Thankfully, I read quickly, but it still requires a block of uninterrupted time. Life intrudes.Needs dictate that I sleep, shop, cook,eat, bathe, earn a wage and all those incidental activities. So, my latest eye exercise is a tome of past newspaper articles. I can read one, or a few pages at a sitting. I am enjoying an Erma Bombeck memoir titled 'Forever Erma.' It contains a sampling of the 4,500 plus syndicated humour columns she wrote between 1965 and 1996. Erma discovered that she could share her unique perspective as a mother to encourage people to laugh with her. Raising children is stressful, but it is also a chance to tickle a funny bone instead of despairing. She rallied mothers, and showed them no one had to be alone. This is an excerpt from her column of March 5, 1969. Ever since President Nixon"s inaugural plea to " speak quietly enough so that our words can be heard as well as our voices", I've had misgivings about my big mouth. I've always admired parents who discipline their children in hushed whispers:" Arthur, you are a naughty boy for turning on all the gas jets. Now I want you to drag your little sister out into the fresh air, give her mouth-to-mouth resuscitation and apologize. Don't make Mama have to raise her voice." I'm a shouter. No one is born a shrew. Erma goes on to write that she once believed that no mother should ever discipline a child in anger, but then she herself had offspring.She writes, " there were only 32 hours every week when I wasn't angry, and then I was sleeping." She claimed that no child listened unless the dishes rattled when Mom spoke. She discovered her kids were runners who avoided her wrath, so, how could she possibly whisper to someone she couldn't see? Her humour appeals to me. When I was a teenager, I gifted a set of Erma's books to my own mater by way of apology for my transgressions. Even the book titles evoked giggles... 'Motherhood, The Second Oldest Profession','The Grass is Always Greener Over the Septic Tank', 'If Life is a Bowl of Cherries What Am I Doing in the Pits?','Aunt Erma's Cope Book'.
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