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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 November 20th In your blog tonight/today, write about a story you've been told, or use a newscast story and CREATE a conspiracy theory. Tell us why you chose this subject, and of course, provide 'evidence' that your theory could be rooted in truth. Who hasn't heard the theory attributed to the book of Genesis that states "ashes to ashes, dust to dust." Conspiracy theory afficionados would have us believe that dust can be eradicated. They tout all manner of miracle cleaning products that they claim repel and prevent the build-up of dust. They preach their propoganda via commercials showcasing smiling women wielding wonder cloths banishing dust forever. According to them dust can be removed never to reappear.Huh, as if... I refute this ridiculous claim. No amount of polishing and cleaning has ever frightened the dust in my home. It is impervious to any efforts I once made to make it feel unwelcome. It swirls. It accumulates. It clings. The dust in my home has metamorphosed into great, shaggy, grey bunnies. Like most mammals, these creatures shed hair and leave a trail in their wake. If the sun beams and creates wide swaths of warmth, my wispy housemates stretch out and lounge in it. When the temperature drops, they huddle together under the couch. Now the dust bunnies do not actually hiss when I spray cleanser on my furniture. They separate and regroup within seconds.My furnishings exist as their stomping grounds and they never fail to deposit their DNA all over it. They thrive. They multiply. They linger. I submit that the denial of dust is perpetrated by clean freaks intent upon subjugating us to their OCD ways.Some people do not like to get their hands dirty. Dust cannot be swept under the rug. Are OCDers denying their heritage? "All go to the same place, all come from dust, and all return to dust." Dust is family. |
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