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.
PROMPT: The Wildcard Round! What is one of your biggest fears, and how have you conquered it ( or plan on conquering it, should you be faced with it later on)? This isn't a fear that has me pacing the floor, wringing my hands, and sobbing. I don't believe it is keeping me awake at night, tossing and turning. It's more of a niggling notion that nudges me once in a while. It's sly and insidious. It whispers. It suggests what-ifs. It is not a fictitious monster hiding under a bed. This beast really does stalk its victims, and steal their lives, bit by precious bit. It wreaks havoc with families. I fear the possibility of Alzheimer's. Sure, I've joked that my family is crazy. We share a strange sense of humour. There have been moments when I considered the adage " insanity is hereditary, you get it from your kids" to be the gospel truth. Maybe I display an occasional tic, and emit a random high-pitched giggle. Sometimes, my startle reflex is super sensitive. Oh, I have seen and heard things... Seriously though, I wonder if I will lose my memories. So, basically my fear is that I will forget myself, and my life. I have witnessed the heartbreak of Alzheimer's firsthand. Its poor souls are reduced to shells of their former selves. They regress to their childhoods. Entire lives are erased. They retain no recall of their experiences as adults, their accomplishments, their triumphs, their joys, their disappointments, their children ,their spouses, their friendships, their extended families, and more. The fallout is devastating. My memories are my life. I cannot fathom forgetting them as if they never existed. Imagine my children becoming strangers to me? Inconceivable... On a less morbid note, a genealogical journey through my family history has yet to reveal any hint of this disease. Oh, we have weathered the scourge of cancers for instance, but we have kept our wits about us. Maybe my journals will serve as a reminder of me and mine, if I am still able to read, and if I can decipher my scrawl.
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