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.
September 3rd prompt: What is the hardest part of your job? Tell us how you deal with it. Job? Full disclosure. I no longer am employed gainfully, or otherwise. I have not responded to a schedule, or a timeclock, or expectations for several years now. That's not to say I am completely idle. People find projects and errands to keep me busy. Sometimes,I'm the chauffeur for medical appointments. Sometimes, I ferry items between persons, so I act as a courier. Occasionally, I am asked to be an entertainer, a teacher, a clown, a snuggler and a play buddy for my two-year old grandgiggle. The two older granddaughters seek my assistance with homework and they utilize me as a sounding board. My services are varied. For the past forty three years I've toiled as the chief chef, bottle washer, acquisitions procurer, and accounts manager in my household. Some may refer to this as juggling, but it's all necessary, no? Yes, I did once venture forth to earn a living and contribute to society. During that period in my life I visited people in their homes and assisted them / supported them to maintain their independence. Personal dignity was key. A rapport developed between me and my clients. Everyone likes to talk and share. I never failed to marvel at the tenacity and the compassion of my mainly senior clients. Not once did I loathe our interactions. I anticipated their stories and insights. What did I dislike? There was never enough time allotted to satisfy the seniors' need for socialization. All my visits were exercises in time management.Chatting was squeezed in while bathing, cooking, cleaning and more. If shopping, or other errands were deemed necessary they ate into the scheduled visit. Did I deal ? Did I cope? As I already stated, time management was critical. I multi-tasked. I deferred the least important tasks so, I prioritized. If a client lived locally, I might take care of the errands on my own time. As with too many jobs, bureaucracy could be overbearing. After each visit, I was expected to write and submit a report. I understand this requirement, but I had issues with the fact that they were seldom read. I'd mention problems and they were ignored. Ah, well, this was all water under the bridge and I survived. I do miss hearing the varied bits of living history.
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