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.
Do you have a green thumb? Are you a gardener? Do you want to be?
Do I have a green thumb? Isn't this the time-honoured method of stalling? Repeat the question whilst formulating a reply. After staring at my thumbs, I can report that they are in fact stained blue, blue with ink. Pens can be messy tools. Ink tends to splatter, splotch and smear. I digress. The mind wanders. If the query is am I able to grow plants, most of them indeed a vibrant green, then the answer is yes. I cultivate an indoor grow-op. Greenery lines windowsills, radiators, tabletops, counters, and much of the floor space in my apartment. Basically, I reside in a greenhouse with kitchen facilities. If I had a balcony, or a patio it too would feature plants. There are so many plants surrounding me, hubby rarely notices when I smuggle in another one. At times, I must chastise him and point out that he is crowding a plant, or being a tad too rough as he pushes his way through them. Come on, respect the green. His chair has a clear path to it and the fridge is not blocked. I doubt a single plant has tripped him. I love the different leaf shapes and the variegated colours. Each houseplant is a beauty. Many have accompanied me from home to home, surviving the indignity of upheaval and ultimately thriving with a fresh start. Many know repotting as they outgrow their first pots. Many have experienced curious toddlers yanking their leaves and cats shredding their stalks. Many lived to flourish another day after an extended 'plantover' similar to a sleepover at my mother's home. She could never be described as one with a green thumb, but she aspired to be. She appreciated their looks, but found plants to be too needy. I do not discriminate. A croton steadily stretches towards the ceiling. A money tree endeavours to be a bush. A peace lily and a bamboo share sunlight with a spider plant, two palms and a fern. Numerous succulents grace the livingroom windowsill and they take turns blossoming. Once again, I cherish a succulent known as a donkey's tail. It is fragile and easily gives up its unique heads. Years ago, my eldest grandgiggle and one of our shelties tore apart a particularly impressive donkey's tail. A few weeks ago, an orchid I've sheltered for about two years suddenly burst forth with gorgeous hot pink blooms. I'm awaiting the flowering of two lilies. In the summer months, I cater to a small garden of perennials at my seasonal campsite. Most of the plants attract butterflies, but alas, caring for them in the spring attracts voracious biting mosquitoes and blackflies. It's the price exacted to be a gardener. Venture outside, feed the insects. Disturb the earth, feed the insects. Weed and water, feed the insects. Sigh. Spring will arrive some day and I hesitate to write soon. It's never in any hurry. For now, I enjoy my indoor garden and scheme to fit in a few more green tenants.
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