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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. |
| April 24th Prompt: What do you think that noise was in the middle of the night? It startled me awake, a thump, thump, thump kinda noise. I sat up in bed and strained to hear. Both dogs whimpered and paced. It started again with some whooshes and whumps. Mystified, I rolled out of my warm bed and rolled to my reluctant feet. On tip toe I snuck down the hall. As I neared the closed basement door, the muffled sounds grew louder. Clomp, clomp, whump, whump...I thought I detected a bit of a scurrying, scrabbling, scraping noise as if little nails were trying to climb wood. With one sudden movement, I wrenched the door open. My mouth must have dropped agape and I stared. I had no words.I rubbed my eyes and swayed on my feet. I discovered my eldest child, Carrie, crouched on the cellar steps holding a plastic cup. She swung the cup up and then forced it down onto a step above her trapping a tiny mouse. I never once offered to assist her, nor did I speak. Without so much as a glance my way, Carrie flipped her cup upright and explained. "This little bugger woke me up. I wanted a basement room, right?" |
| April 25th Prompt by 🛸 Sum1 🗿 (705) (This message was edited by fivesixer on 04-24-20 @ 11:05 pm EDT) Describe the best place to hide in your home (closet, bed - under it or the covers, basement, attic, behind the couch, in a cupboard, etc.), and why it is the best? Alas, I do not have a safe haven, a hidey-hole in my humble apartment. There are drawers under my bed, so no room for me, let alone myself and I. That bed barely fits in the room. The closet is the world's smallest of its kind and stuffed with clothing. If I attempted to squirrel away in that tight space, I would suffocate. Hide under the covers? Nah, inconceivable. No attic or basement spots exist. My kitchen cupboards cannot offer refuge, they too are crammed with stuff. My loveseat sits up against a wall and it's wedged between two overflowing book shelves. Really, where would I hide? I do not possess large lamp shades that I could throw over my head in a pinch either, so that I could imitate a tall floor lamp. In this apartment, what you see is what you get. I stick out like a sore thumb. Perhaps if I could somehow disguise myself as a book.....? |
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