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: Motivational Monday! Author Frank Braun born on this day back in 1856, once said, " imagination has brought mankind through the Dark Ages to its present state of civilization... I believe that dreams, day dreams, you know, with your eyes wide pen and your brain whizzing are likely to lead to the betterment of the world." Are you a writer who is shaped by imagination and daydreaming in order to create, or are you more like someone whose imagination first needs stimulating through the creations of others? I kinda like Braun's quote. Writing is a conscious effort completed with my eyes open, and my fingers scrambling to keep pace with the "whizzing" /whirring/ wandering of my brain. I suppose I am continuously creating no matter what I am doing. I listen. I observe.I react. I remember, and build upon memories. Yes, I daydream. I consider what could be, what may be ridiculous, what might blend. The possibilities are endless. I like to believe that I have a unique perspective not influenced by the creativity of others.
The not-quite Sunday News! Mother's Day is Sunday in the U.S., and these kids had some unfortunate things to say about what their parents did. In honour of that , make us laugh and tell us something you might've said innocently about your folks when you were a kid that in retrospect maybe you shouldn't have said. I remember being frustrated with my parents, and wondering out loud if they had ever been kids. Had they talked back? Did they know how to skip, hit a baseball, run and jump, break their Mother's favourite vase, or more? I never saw my mother swim, or ride a bike. I asked her if she'd never had a bicycle. She said yes she did, but I was skeptical. I thought perhaps she'd experienced an accident. No, she claimed. Gradually, I came to learn that my Mom was too often battling illnesses. Confused, I wanted to know if she didn't take her medicine "like a good girl." Then I thought she'd eaten bugs, dirt, and other " bad things." I'd been warned these would make me sick. I never did manage to catch Mom doing this. So many times, I heard her rant, " I'm so mad I could just spit nails!" Just where would these nails come from? She told me not to put stuff in my mouth. Hey, she also taught me that spitting was not ladylike. I wondered how many nails she could stuff in her cheeks. Big nails? Little nails? Mom considered fingernail biting to be terrible, so it couldn't be those type of nails... There were many times I shouted, " you're not the boss of me!" Ah, Mom, you were my conscience.
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