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Rated: 18+ · Book · Personal · #2017254

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.
November 3, 2016 at 10:32pm
November 3, 2016 at 10:32pm
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         The Wildcard Round! What makes you feel lucky?
          Oh dear, I feel a digression coming on, an off-course ramble... Lucky? Almost immediately, I remembered the Clint Eastwood movie 'Dirty Harry', and his famous line, "Do you feel lucky? Well, do ya punk?" This was quickly followed by the lyrics to a Frank Sinatra ditty, 'Luck Be A Lady'. It's pretty obvious I'm dating myself, but this is what my cerebral computer kicked out. Oh wait, now I'm channeling that crazy rooster Foghorn Leghorn. There was something about the way in which he drawled, "Boy." Is there some connection?
         I think the tangled thread knots around my history of accidents. Too many times, emergency physicians have summed up my various injuries with, "You were lucky." In what universe was I lucky? Fractures, stitches, sprains, strains, burns who wishes for this? Because I've personally experienced everything covered in a first aid manual I'm considered lucky?
         Oh I understand the underlying assumption, 'it could've been worse.' therefore, I'm blessed. Yes, I survived to bemoan my fate. So, I was lucky to be unlucky?
          I'm not lucky in the gambling sense. I prefer to keep my money in my pocket, and not purchase lottery tickets. I fail to see how visits to a casino are considered as entertainment, except for the people watching aspect. My chances of losing money far outweigh my chances of winning money. Hey, I'm lucky that I'm not a gambling addict!
          Throughout my childhood, I was told, "find a penny pick it up, and all day long you'll have good luck." Perhaps it was more of a hedging-my-bets and this-can't-hurt approach, but I would never ignore an abandoned one-cent piece, I'd rescue it. Maybe I was planning to add those coins to the ones offered as " a penny for your thoughts." Alas, not one of those pennies conjured up tangible luck, but they did give my piggy bank a raison d'etre.
         I've never had a good luck charm, nor am I superstitious. Yep, rabbit foot key chains were once a fad. They weren't especially lucky for rabbits were they? Why were they gaudy, unrabbitlike colours; blue, pink, purple?
         Now If I believe that I live under the auspices of lucky stars, and that fickle fate has favoured me with great fortune, then my family is my blessing. I will admit that I lucked out, I hit the jackpot with the majority of my relatives. They tolerate me. They humour me. They support me. Sure, sometimes they roll their eyes, or sigh, or shrug, or groan, or pull out their hair. They make me feel lucky, and I know they feel lucky to know me too.


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