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Rated: 18+ · Book · Personal · #2017254

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.
July 4, 2017 at 10:22pm
July 4, 2017 at 10:22pm
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July 4th... Talk Tuesday! Tell us what your ideal picnic or barbecue would consist of. Settings, food, friends (if applicable), activities, etc.
          Raucous and rowdy family barbecues are the best! For my fantasy get-together, all of the relatives, from near and far, would gather. Imagine the distant kin, currently living scattered around the globe, and those who I've yet to meet. Many have materialized as the result of genealogical searches. A few are cousins; first removed, twice removed, whatever. I'd invite the family of both my maternal and paternal lineages.
         Our pow-wow, or summit, or congregation would be larger than a mob, so, I'm thinking we should convene at one of Canada's many national parks. The gorgeous scenery would offset the embarrassing staring. Of course, it would make a fantastic backdrop for the inevitable group photos, too. Between gabbing, chin-wagging, and reminiscing, we might hike, swim, canoe, and more.
         Since we'd all be much too busy reconnecting to bother ourselves with the mundane necessity of cooking and cleaning, I'd hire a few top-notch chefs to handle the food. Nothing but a spectacular smorgasbord would suffice. We like any and all things edible. My only stipulation would be that desserts are a necessity. Most of my known kin have sweet 'tooths'.
         Hmm, games/activities? Perhaps, we could amuse ourselves with several rounds of Family History Trivia. Or could we attempt Name That Ancestor? A brisk, competitive hour of Pictionary might prove entertaining. What's Yours Like should get the blood pumping, and the laughs flowing. There are so many relays that utilize water, balloons, etc.
July 4, 2017 at 9:45pm
July 4, 2017 at 9:45pm
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July 3rd... Motivational Monday! Humour writer Dave Barry, born on this day in 1947, once said, "Nobody cares if you can't dance well... just get up and dance." When have you gotten up and taken a chance to dance with your writing?
          I'm not much of a dancer. My feet have never agreed on anything. Both want to lead, and neither wishes to follow. As a result of their lack of team work, I'm a klutz. Grace and agility never blessed me. The best I can manage is a stumble.
         With writing, I am still struggling to find my rhythm. Sometimes, the ideas and their words are frenzied, jumbled, uncoordinated. Other times, creativity meanders, sashays, two-steps.
          All of this does not prevent me from dancing. I'll admit I am an amateur. With each piece of composition, I place one reluctant foot in front of the other. My tempo is my own. Not every move is intended for display. I lack razzle-dazzle.
          I suppose, I took a leap of faith when I joined WDC. I've never felt pressure to perform, or conform. If I choose to enter a contest, or contribute to a blog, I do.
         There have been a few newspaper-sponsored short story contests. I believed that nothing ventured, nothing gained. For two years, I delighted in seeing my short stories featured in a local newspaper. I'm not boasting that I received constant high praise, but I did bask in occasional recognition. The odd time, I post some of my writing attempts to Facebook. They elicit humorous comments, and further memories.
         As I write this blog, it's my fingers that dance over the keys. They prefer this tap dancing over a one-handed shuffle with a stiff pen.


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