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.
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.
A washing machine is an accurate descriptive for how your body is pummeled with each wave as you're drawn down and then pushed up again. I've been a dozen times and if my shoulder wasn't like it is I would gladly go again. I'm like you very familiar with canoes and kayaks although my preference is a kayak on lakes. I used to take mine out with a small cooler bag with lunch inside and water. My other bag was a dry bag, it held my camera in addition to whatever book I was reading. If my brain was functioning I had sunscreen, depended on my coffee intake for sure. We must have been fish at one point in our life.
I agree with you about the aurora borealis, I don't dare blink. They're just so glorious in color and the way the air feels as you stand there awe struck. I'm equally glad these calories don't count, I feel like I've eaten enough for two people maybe three.
I've wondered the same thing when I read about all the discoveries documented and brought back by ship. Paper that didn't crumble or mold from all the temperature variances.
I'm not as comfortable storing things in the cloud myself, I have external hard drives that I transfer data too and then disconnect from my computer so it is hack proof. Not that I really have data anyone would want but it is personal to me.
But then I think about the close living quarters on a ship how did anyone have room for storage to bring back? Darwin was indeed lucky on the HMS Beagle.
May 18th Prompt:Fictional road trip with fellow 30 DBC bloggers? There's nothing like a road trip to open one's eyes and clear the ol' cob webs from the self-quarantine stilted faculties. Fresh air and scenery will revitalize us. A few smooth beverages will mellow us. I propose a cross -country excursion by motor coach with California as our destination. Let's hit the road SB MusingSumojoKåre เลียม EngaCheddahQPdollToffeeman1957 ! On board we'll put our collective feet up and sing ol' camp songs at the top of our lungs, off key, raucously, off colour.We shall imbibe copious amounts of adult beverages. Not that we need this liquid courage, but our tongues will be loosened. I for one have never visited California. Hollywood doesn't pique my curiosity. Are you ready to meander through a vineyard? I will arrange for SB Musing to be ferried about the grounds via wheelbarrow. No cane and stumbling for you! Perhaps we could all visit the vines in a horse-drawn carriage. I suppose we'd be too intoxicated and giddy to safely traverse the grape grounds on foot. Why don't we shuck our foot wear and dip our toes into a grape vat? How difficult can it be to stomp grapes? Will it feel like mud? I 'm not certain we need to be sober for this. We've all tasted and enjoyed things made with our hands, but with our feet? Let's get down and dirty. As writers, we write squelch, squish,splort, squirt, and more. Let's feel these descriptors. Our recovery day shall be spent relaxing on a beach under voluminous umbrellas. From behind our dark shades, we shall people watch undetected. We can always use what we witness as fodder for future musings.
May 16th Prompt: Do you believe in ghosts or other supernatural entities? My short answer is no. I've never met a ghost. I will admit there are times when I swear an invisible being , an obnoxious being, has shoved or tripped me just to witness my tumble. When items turn up in inexplicable places, I wonder why I did not hear or see anything. I know with unswerving certainty that I did not drop the t.v. remote in the fridge. Why anyone would hide my cup of tea in the pantry is a mystery. No haunting noises emanate from my home although I hear the occasional groan or shriek.. Sigh, my knees frighten me.
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