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.
Do I guard a deep dark secret? Am I hiding something? Is there an air of mystery shrouding me? Sorry, and I apologize here because I'm Canadian and I cannot help myself, but I am somewhat transparent figuratively speaking. Nothing in my {normal/i} day to day life has ever warranted a secret. Of course, you have to trust me and take me at my word 'cause if I carried a secret, or who knows, several of them , I would not divulge them. Duh, if I blurt them out then they are no longer secret. As a segue to distract you dear reader I suggest to you that there are many colourful expressions associated with blabbing a confidence.Letting the cat out of the bag refers to revealing something that most would find surprising or unexpected. Spilling the beans is another euphemism for betraying a secret. Both of these sayings allude to messiness and unpleasantness. All of this makes sense. Keeping a secret, or entrusting it to someone is not undertaken on a whim. It is sacred. Whatever the confidence is it is not meant to be broadcast for everyone's edification. All of this serves to remind me of the paparazzi. They live to scrounge and dig up the secrets of celebrities. What they seem to hope for is dirt, the more salacious, the more scandalous, the better. Innuendo and gossip will often suffice. Is there some misguided creed that the public has a right to know? I am just as Jane Q Public as the next person and I do not care what the so-called rich and famous, the beautiful people, the glitterati, whatever, are doing. It is none of my bees' wax. I cannot imagine being hounded and targeted for malicious entertainment. How could who I am with, or what I am wearing, or what I consume, or where I am spotted be anyone's business but my own. So as I wrote before my mini tirade, nope, I have no secrets dark or otherwise and if I should be sitting upon someone else's secret(s) they are not mine to reveal. 350 words
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