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My random thoughts and reactions to my everyday life. The voices like a forum.

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.
May 3, 2020 at 2:25pm
May 3, 2020 at 2:25pm
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May 3rd Prompt What do you do to relax and unwind in the evening? Paint us a picture of your ideal relaxation.
         With a sigh, I stretch. Fragrant bubbles float into the moist expanse of glittering stars. Hot water laps at my toes and soaks into my weary muscles. In the flickering flame of a candle fireflies dance. The only sounds to invade my solitude, the steady whirr of the hot tub jets and my steady breathing.Footsteps and clinking ice announce the arrival of Antonio with my cocktail surprise. Every evening, he pampers me with a different intoxicant. Without the exchange of words Antonio massages my shoulders.
         With a start, I shake my head and blink. An involuntary shiver creeps up my spine. My bath water is now cool and the once luxuriant vanilla bubbles have dissipated.An oily slick envelops me. Glancing down at the tiles, I notice shards of my ceramic mug swimming in a grey puddle of forgotten tea.I am alone. The novel I'd been idly perusing is floundering to stay afloat as it bumps my goose bump stubbled knee.I hope Antonio knows how to swim.


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