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.
A Warped Witch I Be 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.
July 9th Prompt: Write about the last time you did something nice for yourself. Nice? For me, myself, and I? Most of the time we treat each other with respect. After all, we're in 'this' together. If one goes down, we all tumble and bruise. So...I just poured a fresh cup of tea for myself. Ya, ya, I know its already a gazillion degrees and we're glowing with perspiration, but she needed the caffeine persuasion. The camp neighbours fiddled with their gas water heater, yet again, at two a.m. Who needs hot water at that time? Apparently, cursing at it and beating it did not dissuade it. Groan. They argued with it throughout yesterday, and now they're repeating their desperate efforts. Come on. Their trailer sat unused for the past two years. The water heater is most likely a bit rusty. Myself needs to sip, slowly. A few moments ago, I made the bed. Myself is a neat nut and that kind of disarray irks her. I hope she appreciates my efforts. This chore required a great deal of stretching, tugging and tussling. We really need a bigger bedroom. I do not like the shuffle, shuffle side step 'round the mattress. I need to sit and catch my breath. Oh, yesterday we all had lunch with my sister. We lounged outside, on the restaurant's newly erected patio deck, under canvas umbrellas. Sigh. That Covid and its restrictions deny indoor dining.The poor waiter never ceased moving. Up and down the stairs he climbed with platters of food and drinks. Then he juggled our dirty dishes. Me, myself and I lauded his dedication. We enjoyed our reunion.Whew, it's a wonder neither of us has laryngitis. We embody the "cannot get a word in edgewise" philosophy. Together we squeezed in much catching up. We parted well sated. Most of the time, me speaks out loud and expects myself and I to listen without interruption. She loves the sound of her own voice. I suppose this is normal behaviour because we spend so much time in each other's company. I have learned a few tricks over the years though.To avert me's attention, I introduce her to a book. With her nose buried in it for at least a couple of hours, I can enjoy some peace and quiet. She believes I am being nice, but am I? Do we both revel in the respite? Before we transferred to our camper, I baked a variety of our favourite desserts. They await us in the freezer. We love to pamper ourselves. Anything homemade is nice with a fresh cup of tea. Oh, I need to refill myself's cup. Perhaps if I do this she will sit with me outside on the deck. I feel a nice breeze coming.
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