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.
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.
A washing machine is an accurate descriptive for how your body is pummeled with each wave as you're drawn down and then pushed up again. I've been a dozen times and if my shoulder wasn't like it is I would gladly go again. I'm like you very familiar with canoes and kayaks although my preference is a kayak on lakes. I used to take mine out with a small cooler bag with lunch inside and water. My other bag was a dry bag, it held my camera in addition to whatever book I was reading. If my brain was functioning I had sunscreen, depended on my coffee intake for sure. We must have been fish at one point in our life.
I agree with you about the aurora borealis, I don't dare blink. They're just so glorious in color and the way the air feels as you stand there awe struck. I'm equally glad these calories don't count, I feel like I've eaten enough for two people maybe three.
I've wondered the same thing when I read about all the discoveries documented and brought back by ship. Paper that didn't crumble or mold from all the temperature variances.
I'm not as comfortable storing things in the cloud myself, I have external hard drives that I transfer data too and then disconnect from my computer so it is hack proof. Not that I really have data anyone would want but it is personal to me.
But then I think about the close living quarters on a ship how did anyone have room for storage to bring back? Darwin was indeed lucky on the HMS Beagle.
June 14th, 2020, a sunny Sunday spent reflecting... Ack! I just realized I missed yesterday's momentous holiday. How could this have happened? It's not as if I didn't know about this auspicious day. I discovered it during a random Google search for all things June related. It's mind-boggling the things I learn surfing from the comfort of my computer chair. Sigh. I can't believe I missed Sewing Machine Day. As if... How does one celebrate Sewing Machine Day? Is there a Hallmark greeting card? I do hope there's a card for belatedness. Hmmm, is that even a word? Should I have taken a sewing machine out for lunch? Could I phone a florist and order a bouquet of flowers? What flowers are associated with this? Forget-me-nots? Oh, I know. Are there flowers known as buttons? Do sewing machines like gifts? Should I purchase thread, or a new needle? Here's the thing. I do not actually share my home with a sewing machine. Am I expected to go find a suitable machine and offer to spend time with it? Are there borrowing agencies similar to a library? Could I sign one out? What would we do to pass the time? I don't speak 'sewingnese'.I'm not adept with one either. Oh, my maternal grandmother earned a living as a seamstress and she attempted to school me in all things sewing machine. I balked. I resisted. My mind blanked. I failed to learn anything useful. Over and over, Nanny showed me how to thread the machine, and over and over the thread would snap and I'd forget her patient instructions. The thread had to be passed through a doohickey and then a whatchamacallit. Somewhere, it twisted 'round a thingamabob and headed for the needle. Yes, I recognized the shiny, pointy, moving thing as a needle. Oh, and under the needle inside a port lay a bobbin. A fun word to say, yet still a mystery to me. Why did the thread insist upon breaking? And if by some miracle it stayed temporarily attached, why did the thread snarl? Ugh! Here is where I confess that I am not the least bit coordinated. Rarely have all four of my limbs cooperated as a cohesive team. To operate a sewing machine one of my feet had to control a foot pedal, the floor-placed gizmo my Nanny did not like my calling an accelerator. To describe it as finicky is an understatement. I'm certain the wee bit of pressure exerted by my baby toe caused it to rev and race. Holding my breath did not help. I never liked the sharp needle whirring up and down. I did grasp the concept of feeding cloth to the needle, but I never placed my vulnerable fingers anywhere near it. I suppose this explained the bunching and thread knots. Despite my poor efforts, my seams were never what anyone could deem straight. That sewing machine and I never developed a rapport, an understanding. I still believe it smelled my fear. Perhaps missing Sewing Machine Day is for the best. I enjoy a wonderful life free of this contraption and I do not wish for my status quo to unravel. Thanks Nanny, we know I'm no sewing machine wrangler. Carrie adopted your ol' work horse and she has stitched together a mutually beneficial partnership. Over the years, she has offered to set me up with that machine, but I refused to accept. It's thriving in its present home. Why sever their common thread?
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