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: Talk Tuesday! Tell us about a store or restaurant you refuse to go to because of poor service. With all the road trips, and travelling I've experienced, there has only been one memorable restaurant fiasco. It happened during Christmas'ish 2015 in Florida. My family and I had driven from our Northern Ontario, Canada home to the Disneyworld area of Florida. Every evening, we graced a different restaurant for our meals. We liked variety, and lets face it, we were tourists. This particular suppertime, it was just us girls. The men had opted to attend a classic car show, and we had to choose a venue within walking distance of our motel. We discovered a Chili's. When we first entered this eatery we thought we'd lucked out, it was not busy. Huh, that should have been a red flag, but, hey, what did we know? We were saddled with a surly female waitress who didn't believe in the formality of a friendly greeting. She was by far the worst server we have ever encountered. She did not care. She took our orders and then scurried off. She was never occupied with other customers. She just had us to ignore. First it took a half hour before she deigned to bring our beverages. Not once during the course of our stay did she bring, or offer refills. Our meals arrived in fits and starts. My eldest granddaughter wasn't served anything. We shared with her after we approached the waitress to ask where this food was hiding. She never once apologized, or explained, or offered to make this right. After almost an hour of further waiting, the lost meal appeared, and lo and behold, it was not as ordered. We've dined out enough to know that servers make a habit of removing empty, dirty dishes from the table on a continuous basis. Not this waitress, she let the dishes pile up. During our stay, the waitress hid in an alcove next to the kitchen door and played with her cell phone. It seemed to be the only thing that snagged her attention. When we were vacating the premises, we made sure to inform her that she was a lousy server. Several of us have worked in the profession in the past. We always make a point of thanking those who wait on us, and often we chat with them. This Miss Congeniality/Work Ethic reject just shrugged. We were a long way from home at that time, but we have not forgotten. Should we as a family ever return to that neck of the woods, we will be avoiding that particular restaurant. In stark contrast, we loved the waitress we met two mornings in a row at an Orlando IHop.
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