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.
HOME SWEET HOME May 16th Blog Prompt: What industry is/was your town/area noted for? Well, in that murky long ago era pre-computers, Sundridge relied upon farming and logging. In time it became a tourist venue. Outdoorsmen and outdoorswomen visited to stalk moose and deer. For a change of scenery they fished in the numerous lakes. Sports types sought skiing, snowmobiling, four-wheeling, cycling, and boating fun. Industry of a manufacturing sort has never called Sundridge home, not until 2016. In that auspicious year, a brewery, a distillery opened in the village. It chose the name Copperhead Distillery. 'Fresh' booze pleased the tourists and provided one more incentive to stay and linger. Much of their product line is sold in mason jars. They began with whisky aged in barrels and branched out to offer unique, fun items. A best seller is apple pie moonshine. Acknowledging the long history of local maple syrup harvesting, this distillery creates maple moonshine. As a nod to their site the company now sells a Sundridge notch moonshine. Some love the Cin-A-Bun liqueur while other patrons like the flavoured vodkas. A recent innovation is known as "juice bags" which contain 12% cocktails. I'm not a drinker, but I do enjoy a different, delicious product, Whisky Mash Smokin' Gun BBQ Sauce. No grocery store offers anything like it. I imagine I'm a booze smuggler sometimes when my eldest daughter requests that I purchase a few cases of apple pie moonshine for her friends. All those glass mason jars clinking in the trunk as I bounce and jostle over the rutted backroads... I do hope nothing shatters. I prefer my apple pie to be served in a pastry shell with vanilla ice cream. A mere five-minute drive 'up' the two-laned highway steers thirsty folk to the South River Brewing Co. It too adopted our area as its home in 2016. On site in great, gleaming stainless steel vats craft beer is born. Rumour has it that taste tours exist. Again, this is not my cup of tea. What else is Sundridge famous for? What do visitors rave about when they return home? What has transformed them and left them speechless/awed/shaking their heads? In one simple word, blackflies. Nothing both irks and terrifies the newbies like this teeny-tiny, 'ninjaesque'flying insect. Environmentalists insist that their annoying presence signals a healthy climate. Blackflies are discriminating bugs. They breed/flourish/multiply in clean, flowing, fresh water. Wonderful! As locals and tourists alike are attacked and savaged by these biting scourges we can justify our suffering is for the greater good. Our waters are not polluted. The blackflies dine upon us and in turn provide sustenance for birds, fish, and dragon flies. We are but bit players in the wheel of life. Bleeding and itchiness are a small price to pay. There it is. 'My' quiet village is not similar to any other destination. We are home to industrious sorts. The whisky stills and the insects keep busy. Sundridge produces moonshine, ravenous blackflies, and scratching, welt-covered victims. Drop in for a wee sip and feed our bugs. New blood is always welcome and much appreciated. ( 518 words minus the 16 words of the prompt)
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