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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. |
| The Wildcard Round! This week's winner, chosen by the Virtual Dice from all eligible entries at some point this weekend, will receive a Finance Merit Badge! Tell us about a purchase you made after receiving a large sum of money. A large sum of money? What's that? There are still times when I believe an extra $20 is a small fortune! With that in my pocket, I feel rich. Okay, okay, we're talking about mega bucks here. Hmmm, that kind of spending money is a rarity. Hubby and I entered into a lifetime marital contract when we were both nineteen. At that time we considered ourselves rich because we had each other. Real money was scarce. To begin our co-habitation, we cobbled together family leftovers and wedding gifts. Yep, we made do with a mix of old and new. I suppose the first real thing of significance that we purchased was a boxspring and mattress. For our first few months, we slept on the unforgiving floor. Needless to say, we celebrated in our own way, when we graduated to an actual off-the-floor bed. Camping out sans comfort is over-rated. Over the years, we experimented with alternate sleeping arrangements. We loved our water bed. We kept it for what seems an eternity, and it accompanied us on our many moves to new locales. It was so simple to pack. All we had to do was drain it, fold the mattress, toss it into a truck, and go. At our new home, we lugged it into the bedroom, ran a hose to it, turned on the tap, and refilled it with fresh water. That waterbed was tough. It survived being frozen. It endured kids that treated it as a trampoline. Dogs and cats loved its warmth and rocking motion. Sigh, the waterbed was retired several years ago now. Our complaining and determinedly aging bodies learned to dislike the extra effort needed to roll over, or rise. We found ourselves needing to purchase a conventional mattress once again. These are not inexpensive! Yes, we have come full circle. Sometimes, I miss the rocking motion of that waterbed. On the colder nights, there was nothing more comforting than crawling into a pre-heated bed. You know, I've never had a mattress stuffed with money. That's probably a good thing. How comfortable could cash be as stuffing? |
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