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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. |
| War Chest Wednesday! For the people who aren't familiar with this category, these are prompts that were submitted by former participants in the last few years as a requirement for signing up (...so if ya don't like 'em, don't blame me *Smirk*). If life really is a bowl of cherries...what fruit are you? As I may have mentioned in other blog posts that have dealt with things fruit, I am not a lover/fan/eater of fruit. I survive long , contented periods fruit-free. I can taker it, or leave it, but mostly I opt to ignore it. But, since this particular blog prompt has posed an exceptionally important question.... I'm most definitely not a watermelon. Besides it being an icky fruit, I cannot fathom that I am something to be spit away. I am not mushy like a banana. I don't see myself as ripe, or luscious, or juicy, so that negates many fruits right there. Exotic has never been synonymous with me and mine. Hmmmm, what is my fruit self? Is this similar to a spirit animal thing? Are you asking if I have a spirit fruit? Let's see.... I am home-grown. I kinda fancy hanging around a vibrant, green orchard high in a tree. A life spent absorbing sunshine sounds appealing. A round figure suits me. I'm not pretentious at all. There's no need for ceremony, or elaborate preparations. I can be enjoyed just as I am, as Mother Nature intended. I am diverse. Sometimes, I am sweet, yet I may also be tart. I'm versatile. Juices, sauces, and baked goods benefit from my existence. Names I have in abundance. Granny Smith, Cortland, Royal Gala, Delicious, Empire, and Macintosh are but a few of those monikers. I like to travel tucked into bags, purses, or pockets. Okay, okay, maybe I am an apple. I bruise easily. Just like the Macintosh apple, I am Canadian. Possibly there are times when I am thin-skinned. |
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