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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. |
| Prompt: The Sunday News! Pick a weird, funny, or interesting story from your local news and share it with us. Tell us how it makes you feel, what you think about it, or share a relatable story from your own life. Well, local news has been a wee bit bizarre lately. This particular weirdness happened early Wednesday morning, outside my kitchen window. Canoe and Garbage Truck Collide I was awakened by a sudden, screeching, crumpling sound, and a diesel engine rumbling. The idling engine didn't fade into the distance like it usually does on garbage pick-up morning. It lingered and resonated. Curious , I peeked out my kitchen window just as raised voices began an argument. A woman was waving her arms, yelling, "Didn't you see me backing up?" A man clad in a bright orange safety vest and steel-toed boots, shouted back, Lady, didn't you see or hear me? This is a huge truck. I have the right of way. This is a road." Gesturing to the bright red canoe hanging out over her pick-up truck's box, the woman screamed, "You broke my canoe. I was backing up. Why did you hit me?"Shaking his he,ad, the garbageman repeated, "You backed into me." Over the course of an hour, the female driver phoned for he supporters/reinforcements. They gathered 'round her in a protective circle. Each time someone new arrived, she'd point at the garbage truck, and claim it had cut her off as she backed up. She and her posse snapped plenty of pics of the damaged canoe. The garbageman had retreated to the cab of his rig. Finally, a police officer arrived, and the first thing he did was to tell the woman to wait her turn. Oh, she had tried to bend the ear of this officer first, even as he was climbing from his car. He explained that the garbageman had been delayed long enough, and he still had a route to visit. She was not happy, but she had sent for this peace officer. So, the garbage truck driver was interviewed, and sent on his way. In vain, the woman driver attempted to persuade the policeman that she had been wronged. She was still arguing, " He could see I was backing up, and he hit me. Look at my canoe." She didn't appear to be too pleased when she was given a piece of paper torn from a ticket book. She was consistent, and stubborn. She was sure the accident was not her fault. I can imagine the official report, and the insurance companies' skepticism. It may well be a first. How many canoe versus garbage truck collisions can there be? |
| September 24th prompt: Creation Saturday! Fill in both blanks with the same word to create your question, and then answer it. How _____ is too _____ ? Ah, so many words will fit in that sentence. Which one should I select? How clumsy is too clumsy? During my lifetime, I have struggled with this. There are the minor missteps, and the slight stumbles that occur frequently, but then there are the emergency room accidents. They are the ultimate results of clumsiness. Usually stubbing toes is nothing, a mere glancing blow. The resultant pain is intense, yet short-lived. The toes may bear bruises, but they are still functioning. A too clumsy scenario has three toes fractured, not once, not even twice, but three separate times in a span of four months. Only a too clumsy person fractures their greater toe while Christmas baking. Who knew cookies could cause bodily injury beyond the possibility of choking during an attempt to devour them? Burning a bulging pregnant belly with an iron while pressing clothes qualifies as too clumsy. My grandmother once broke her thumb by stepping on it as she climbed stairs. It cured her of using her hands to pull herself up the steps, and reinforced her use of the railing. It was too clumsy. Stepping onto the back of one of my flip flops, catapulting me out a door, surely is too clumsy. Becoming trapped under an over-turned rocking chair during a family game night must be deemed too clumsy.Descending basement steps by skimming and skipping each one ever faster and faster as if they were created from slippery ice , until you slam to a halt on a concrete floor , tearing ligaments and muscles, is too clumsy. Just the supposed-to-be-simple act of walking showcases my propensity for ' too clumsiness'. |