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.
A Warped Witch I Be 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.
May 15th prompt: Writè about a time when you or someone you know acted selflessly. What was the motivation and what were the results? My hubby has the habit of scouring the roadside as he drives. Over the years and kilometres, he's spotted many an accident. He's rescued stranded travellers from simple engine stalls, crashes, injuries, and miscalculations re fuel supply. During a family trip down a dirt backroad that caused our kids to squeal with glee as their stomachs seemed to drop to their feet, Paul braked suddenly and threw our car into reverse. Of course, we questioned why. As he pulled into a u-turn and stopped opposite a long curving driveway , we saw the reason. Off amongst the trees, a large station wagon type vehicle rested about a hundred metres from the road. He warned us to stay put and he fought his way through the thick underbrush. Paul discovered a shaking woman at the wheel and two teenaged girls in the backseat. He shouted his intentions to force the doors open, but first he had to manhandle a few tree stumps away from the body of the wagon. I must mention that my hubby owned a car restoration business and knew his cars. He immediately recognized that this particular model's windows opened electrically and the car's engine wasn't running. The people were trapped unable to escape via those closed windows, or the locked and blocked doors. He freed them and helped them to our car. One of the poor girls had a wire dental halo encircling her head and it cut into her cheeks and mouth after her face striking the back of a seat. When the sobbing eased, the still breathless driver pointed at the driveway and dropped a bomb. It was her home up that hill. Her husband was up there oblivious to this accident. She and the girls were expected to be shopping in the nearby city for hours. This happened in pre cell phone times so she could not call for help. I cannot fathom being trapped in my sedan within sight of my own driveway. Eagle-eyed Paul had spied them.As I mentioned, this is just one of his many rescues.
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