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.
A Warped Witch I Be 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.
In your entry today, write about dreams. Do you dream often, or do you rarely remember your dreams? What is the strangest or most memorable dream you have ever had?
No one could, or should call me a dreamer. I'm a tosser-turner. Every night I struggle to fall asleep. I relate to the internet memes that depict the brain asking strange questions as its host attempts to slumber. It's as if my brain decides to enter a marathon just as my head hits the pillow. Snippets of conversation swirl amid news reel scenes. Memories resurface to bounce and bob along. Writing nuggets clamor to be noticed and are only silenced if I rise, search for a pen and paper, and scribble them down. Plans that had not existed pre-bedtime float into focus. That elusive word, or phrase that niggled just out of reach all day jumps up and shouts, "Here I am." That comment I meant to share earlier waves. I don't count sheep. I tend to scrutinize each one and think how to best describe them. I wonder why the heck some consider this a sleep aid. Why must the sheep jump? Where should they jump from and what kind of jump is best for them? Are sheep mindless followers? Oh, aren't gullible people referred to as 'sheeple?' Huh, sheep get a bad rap / rep. Why am I singing Baa Baa Black Sheep? Did any one other than Mary have a little lamb? Ack! I've tried forced and controlled relaxation of my various body parts. This seems to take too long. By the time I've willed my head and neck to relax and I'm concentrating on one of my arms my nose develops an itch. If I somehow manage to reach my lower limbs my neck is screaming that it's uncomfortable and it's imperative that I change position, or risk permanent paralysis. My legs refuse to cooperate at all. They moan and groan. Nothing makes them happy and they prefer to thrash about. At their most contrary they surprise me with an excruciating cramp, or charlie horse. My reaction is the polar opposite of calm and serene. So, no, I never dream. To be accurate, I rarely experience restorative sleep. By the tortured time I finally fall sleep I'm exhausted and in a brief time I'm awakened by my body's urgent need to roll over.
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.47 seconds at 12:34pm on Nov 04, 2025 via server WEBX1.