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: War Chest Wednesday! Would you rather be a sailor, or a shipbuilder? Good question... and, you mean I have a choice? These are two careers that I've never before considered. Do I possess skills and an aptitude for either? Well, for years now I have maintained a home. I have learned to wield a mop, so I suppose that particular prowess translates directly to the swabbing of a ship's deck. For all family forays, I've been the chief packer and planner, so I know a thing or two about battening down the hatches. I have navigated roadways via maps, street signs, and poorly plotted directions, so I am able to make my way from one port to another. I have weathered mutinies, squabbles, and the temper tantrums of children, so the dissent of a crew would just roll off my shoulders. Intense training has honed my survival instincts. My hearing is finely-tuned. I have eyes in the back of my head. I sense and foresee everything. Nothing dares to happen without my consent, so I would bring discipline to a ship. This ship would be kept in an immaculate condition, ship-shape. A tidy ship is a happy ship. Yes, I would like to be a sailor. Travel and adventure appeal to me. There's something so bracing about accepting a new project. If the voyage guarantees to be kid-free, I'll sign on as a sailor. It's not quite the leisurely cruise I always envisioned, but I will experience fresh air, and a new freedom. Wait, will there be a salary, too? Um, nah, I cannot see myself as a shipbuilder. Tools and I do not see eye to eye. We do not have a rapport necessary to achieve success. They are so awkward and contrary. They are heavy and bulky. I struggle to wield them, and they resist my efforts to control them. They recognize and belittle my lack of coordination. Tools make me feel inferior. Alas, the only thing I could build is a reputation for personal injuries. Ah, I can smell the sharp tang of the salt air, and feel the brisk breeze blowing through my hair... The slapping waves and gentle bobbing of the ship will lull me to the first restful slumber I've had in decades... An audience of squawking sea gulls may serenade me... I could burst into spontaneous song... "Rolling over the billows, rolling over the sea, rolling over the billows in the deep blue sea"...
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