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.
Where are some unusual places you’ve been? What was the most interesting or surprising thing you learned or discovered about those places? I'd recommend visiting British Columbia. There the eyes may feast upon the majestic Rockies, towering forests, glistening water, lush greenery, and the ocean. Beautiful doesn't begin to describe it. From shoreline to mountain top it's magnificent. Vancouver Island is beyond compare. I discovered a lovely town named Chemainus during my exploration. Many of the main buildings such as the library, the legion, the town hall, and businesses serve as canvas for gorgeous painted murals that depict the area's history. Different artists have recreated the logging industry, shipping, indigenous contributions, immigration, the two world wars, the railway system and more. What a unique nod to their heritage. Also situated on scenic Vancouver Island is Telegraph Cove. Originally, it housed an extension of telegraph service to and from the island with one linesman living there in a shack. In the mid 1920s,a salmon saltery and a sawmill were erected. During W.W.II, the protected cove became a relay station for the war effort and servicemen ran the mill. Before a rough dirt road pushed through, this area could only be accessed by boat. It is an isolated spot in the mountains. A small community lived there year round, and one teacher would be hired to teach all of the children in a one-room schoolhouse. Today, about twenty people live there fulltime. Telegraph Cove has become a tourist destination. Many of the original buildings, built on stilts in the water, still stand and a wooden boardwalk connects them. To view the telegraph poles and cables strung up sheer slopes amongst a thick forest of trees and stretched across valleys and waterways boggles the mind. To erect them required strength and derring-do. Near Victoria, B.C. a gorgeous garden beckons. Actually, to call it a garden doesn't do it justice. It's a large park and more. It maintains flowers and trees sourced from around the world. It supports green houses in which plants are started and seeds collected. It's a feast of colour year round. This grand garden is known as The Butchart Gardens and it was the concept of a woman with that surname, Butchart. The area had been a quarry and she envisioned a lush green space. According to the official history, she used her husband's army of employees to carve out her dream. She also assisted with the back-breaking labour and did not fear hanging from scaffolding above towering pits. I'd presume many believed her to be mad and over-reaching, but the barren quarry is a distant memory.
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