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 4th Prompt: If the Internet disappeared tomorrow, how would you continue to share your love of food? Hmmm, another what if contemplation. As I sit and ponder I munch on a graham cracker discovered in a concealed box forgotten in the pantry. No, I did not think to check for an expiry date before I partook of a bite. I must have purchased this treat some time within the last year, or two. They taste unstale. It's an alternative to a cracker, not too salty, or too sweet. Why don't I eat these more often? I like a graham cracker even without the usual camouflage of marshmallow and chocolate, ( a s'more). Double hmmm, I am sharing this particular tidbit via the internet. How could I accomplish this earth-shattering feat without the mighty internet? This is the moment I divulge that I do not nurture a bevy of carrier pigeons basking on my roof growing rotund on a steady supply of bird seed. Really, how far could big-boned birds fly anyway on a moment's notice? I have no faith in their stamina. Oh, and don't carrier pigeons require training of some sort? Where would I have accessed such knowledge? A You Tube instructional video sourced from the internet? Not that I make this a regular practice, but if I wished to share a tantalizing pic of my food choices online and circulated amongst my Facebook compadres, what could possibly be an alternative? Facebook is somewhat immediate, isn't it? The resulting reactions are, too. Snapping and then pursuing the actual printing of a photo before I snail-mailed it to all pertinent contacts would be time-consuming. If this provoked any replies they would be received long past a time I cared. During that interval I'd have moved on to other pressing concerns and probably other foodie concerns. I suppose I could actually meet with people , right? I could host a phenomenon known as a dinner party. To that end I'd prepare a certain amount of delectables. Seeing and tasting is believing. Wait, why not share a plethora of food? Everyone could contribute their favourite dishes in the manner of a potluck meal. Now, my mouth is watering and I commiserate with Pavlov's salivating dog. The power of persuasion is strong. No matter if the Internet exists or not, this evening I plan to enjoy a raucous bbq meal with my family at our seasonal campsite. We will share ribs, laughter and non-stop conversation. A few friends may drop in, so the more the merrier. Sharing face to face will always be my preferred method.
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