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: War Chest Wednesday! Write the first thing that comes to mind when you think of one of these three smells: spearmint, paint remover, or strong perfume/cologne. Whew! Can you imagine these three scents combined? Would it be a gum-chewing house painter with a fondness for after shave? Perhaps this could describe a manicurist doused in spearmint eau de toilette? During my lifetime, I have met several different women who doused themselves in perfume. One was my boss' first wife. She could best be explained as high maintenance. She always indulged herself with weekly salon appointments for her hair and her finger nails. Hours were spent sitting in chairs and being pampered. Stylists trembled when she pitched a fit. She was a foot stomper, and a door slammer. I associate her signature scent with temper tantrums. Long after she stormed from a room, her cloying cologne lingered, and poisoned the air. Its sickly cloud preceded her entrances, and raised alarms. I don't know if my boss had no sense of smell, or a diminished one. His second wife also was heavy-handed with perfume. She was a hugger and air-kisser. When she approached and leaned in close, tears sprang to my eyes, and I gasped for oxygen. It could have been caused by the tightness of the embrace, or my light-headedness due to fresh air deprivation. I associate powerful perfumes with my French teachers , too. Each one of them preferred to wear dresses, and high heels. Maybe I noticed because my Mother rarely chose to spray herself with scents, she had asthma. I like how a strong scent is portrayed in a cartoon as a shifting, billowing blob with fingers capable of tapping people on the shoulder, or tickling noses, or tugging, or pulling. Remember the Pepe le Pew cartoons? The perfume is ultra alluring, and irresistible. It seems to wreak more havoc with men than women. Perfume commercials accentuate the sensual sexiness of colognes. They promise attraction. seduction, action, satisfaction. Perfume can be a powerful potion, but a little goes a long way. A slight spritz is more than enough. Granted it's probably a more pleasant smell than some other substances, so why assault everyone with a walloping whiff? Haha! Now I'm humming a classic to myself, 'Smells Like Teen Spirit', or am I thinking of 'Smells Like Nirvana'?
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