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.
Day 4 Train Travel Through Australia: Train travel? The most I've experienced of rail travel is day trips. Wow, The Ghan is a beauty. I envision The Orient Express. Will there be murder and intrigue? Nah. Perhaps we will kill a bottle or two while the Aussies butcher the English language. Oh, right, they love their slang. I couldn't help my curiosity re the unusual name.The Ghan references 19th century Afghan camel drivers who came to Australia to explore its remote interior. I also like the term 'cameleers.' My Nanny once bobbed atop a lurching camel in the Canary Islands, but I digress. So, today I ventured forth into the desert, a new type of scenery for me. The unrelenting sun beating down on me caused an impression. I squinted a great deal. The sand I usually slog through is next to a freshwater lake and it's not this ochre colour.Now I understand the term scrub trees. They are stubby and squat without a luxurious green canopy. Throughout the day, I kept my eyes open for buzzards and lizards. My first excursion took me along the Oodnadatta Track once a traditional Aboriginal trading route. My transport was a Hover Bus and it rocked and bounced over the rutted ground. The area is bleak and beautiful with several desert springs. We jostled into the city of Alice Springs known to locals as simply Alice. It's a desert oasis in the Red Sands Centre. The gang opted to hire bikes so we could stretch our legs and experience this fascinating landscape at our own pace. It felt strange to say hire of an object. I say hire of a person such as a driver not the mode of transport I pedal. I would say borrow, lease, rent or buy a bike, but not hire it. Oh well, semantics. We didn't choke on too much dust as we pedaled at a leisurely pace. Sure, some wobbling interrupted us, but we persevered. Without too much gasping, we discovered the Alice Springs Desert Park. We ogled the exotic wildlife and fed a flock of birds. The Bilby is a cute nocturnal marsupial that is now extinct in the wild. With its long rabbit-like ears, long thin snout , silky blue-grey fur and bushy black tail with a white tip it is striking. Apparently, it doesn't require much water. Unlike me... A pre-historic looking creature walked slowly and jerkily. It featured a yellow, orange and black spined body. It just appeared to be all sharp, jagged edges. These spines help it to collect dew drops from plants it brushes up against. Grooves in its skin redirect the moisture directly back to its mouth. Clever design. I like his name, the Thorny Devil.I could use his voracious appetite at my seasonal campsite. He only dines on small black ants.For obvious reasons, no one wished to pet him. Next we visited the Kangaroo Sanctuary in the late afternoon. At that time of day, the 'roos are awakening. Many are here because they are orphans or were injured. I must admit babies, or joeys, are so cute and yes, I couldn't resist cuddling one. Back on The Ghan, I put my weary feet up and enjoyed a refreshing pot of tea. Desert adventures left me parched.
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