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: Creation Saturday! Create a backstory from the strangest thing you've seen at a garage sale. Ah, yes 'tis the season of yard, and garage sales. Already, I've noticed hand-lettered signs popping up on town corners, and front lawns. The strangest thing I ever saw offered at a garage sale was a corset. It was so unexpected, and out of place stretched across a picnic table. At first glance, it resembled a cloth accordion. I had to pick it up, and 'see' with my hands. Sure enough, it was a cloth and bone woman's torture under garment. The stays, or laces in the back were quite long and criss-crossed. It looked uncomfortable. How had it travelled to its current location? Hmm. I'd be willing to bet it was smuggled across the border and into Canada on the back of a slave fleeing oppression in the deep South. Yep, it had been a silent passenger of The Underground Railroad.. Just imagine its wearer barely able to breathe due to the tightness of this corset, and the stifling, suffocating weight of the loose straw piled over her head in a horse-drawn wagon. She'd be perspiring, and her heart would be pounding in her ears. Originally, this corset had belonged to her mistress. It had been the job of this young woman to act as a lady's maid. Every morning, she had tugged and tied this, and similar corsets. Her mistress had tossed this particular corset aside in favour of a newer one. This maid had aspired to be ladylike, so she adopted the wearing of a corset. It was fashionable to project an hour glass figure. She learned beauty had a painful price. Once safely across the U.S.-Canada border, this brave young woman celebrated her new found freedom by shucking the bonds of her corset. She really could breathe easier.
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