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.
What is something you started doing during the pandemic that you will continue in the “post-pandemic” world?
I've started speaking to myself. This is not at all the same as hearing voices. It's me all right. I recognize my pitch, intonation, idioms and more. My voice still requires a workout, a chance to be heard. I've been muzzled, er, masked and self-isolated for too long. I just happen to be my own captive audience. Sometimes, things need to be said. Most mornings, after I stretch, I ask myself a question and let it linger in the air. "What are we doing today?" Yes, I feel this compulsion to do, be busy and productive. The hours stretch before me with infinite possibilities. Invariably, I shrug and reply. "I dunno." Of course, this does nothing to rally my conviction. Where's the enthusiasm? Nudging myself to dress should spur me on. Dress for success. Dress for the occasion. Be prepared for anything. Alas, self-quarantine doesn't have a dress code. The most I may muster is a half-hearted argument re what colour t-shirt to pull on and should my socks co-ordinate? "I know, I know, you don't need to remind me. Father B. taught us this was important. The devil is in the details." "Let's see what's new and exciting on the news. First, turn on the computer and let it warm up then fill the kettle. Sure, we could brew coffee for a change, but we prefer tea." As I sip and attempt to digest the latest headlines I cannot contain my outbursts. "Did you read that? Another murder? What is happening? No, I do not care about another celebrity scandal. Oh, really? Covid may be around for a while? What's a while? Too many statistics boggle my mind." Binging on my newest indulgence Britbox and a plethora of murder mysteries I nod my head and blurt out loud. "Oh come on. We know it was the headmaster in the cloakroom with an exam paper." I'm not so sure this is a habit I should, or would continue. What if I feel obliged to answer myself? Alas, I confess that I did not attempt dieting during this Covid crisis. Too often, I whipped up a little something and baked it because I had all this time to indulge my cravings. Sure, I could justify the extra calories by reminding myself that standing to measure and stir burned calories and could rightly be described as physical exertion. Scrubbing the extra dishes could also be labour intensive. I could continue baking and stuffing myself, but will I? "Can't you think of something you'd like to continue in the future?" Well, I have discovered Facetime. I will admit I rather enjoy conversations that permit us to see each other as we speak. Body language does not reveal itself in simple phone calls. Facial expressions are special and convey so much. In this manner, I drop in and visit my two-year old grandgiggle from a distance of hundreds of miles. We are pleased to put a face to a voice. Not only do we sing songs, but we can laugh at each other's dance moves. It is the next best thing to being together. Besides, I prefer talking with her than with myself.
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