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.
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.
I hadn't expected the selection of herbs to be so good. I'm definitely buying a lot, curious to see if the taste is different than what we have here in the states. I know roasted chili on the east coast is milder than it is here in Vegas.
July 2oth Prompt: In 1969, Neil Armstrong first set foot on the moon. Afterward, people commonly complained, " If they can put a man on the moon, why can't they ____?" How would you finish that statement today? This statement reminds me of 'The Honeymooners' and Ralph Kramden's comment to his wife, " to the moon, Alice." I guess we almost always thought of the moon as a mysterious, far away place. But moon visitations? It's becoming more feasible.With that possibility in mind... I wish to know why they, they being the all mighty inventors and problem solvers extraordinaire, cannot invent a bandage that actually sticks to skin and is impervious to moisture. Come on, is this that difficult? Oh, and it must not remove hair either. It is a puzzle. Bandages are sticky enough to be used as permanent hair exfoliators, but they refuse to adhere to skin for more than a few minutes. I'm not in the habit of pressing them to my upper lip only to wrench them off in an effort to discourage the return of a moustache. The whole idea of a bandage is to swath a wound and nobody I know heals in the three brief minutes a bandage is in place. Why do they wrinkle and bunch, too? Is it too much to ask for a dependable first aid dressing? Oh, and since I'm whinging about bandaids, why can't their paper-sleeve packages be easier to open? Too many times, I've been squirting, sometimes pulsing my valuable blood as I've struggled to tear open the world's thinnest yet toughest paper wrapper. How is it untearable? It is terrible. Gripping a corner requires super human dexterity and strength not readily available to a wounded, bleeding victim. With desperate pulls and a combination of cursing and pleading, I've torn the trapped bandage in half with its paper cocoon still intact. What the...? If by some miraculous alignment of the stars, I've managed to coax a bandaid from its sheath and wrap it snugly around my mortal wound, why does it fail to remain where it is positioned? Adding extra layers does not impede the release. Okay, since I'm being encouraged to complain I have another 'why can't they.' Why can't they produce better quality driver's licence photos? Why do we resemble no one walking this earth? We do not look like ourselves. We are blurry. We are smudged. We could be anyone.This is our major form of identification? Satellites orbiting the earth can and do create sharper images. Cameras afixed to hair raising, stomach dropping, hurtling- to -imminent- death- and -destruction amusement park rides snap clear, sharp photos. The detail is amazing. Every goose bump is shown. The camera zeroes in our wild, tangled hair. Our bulging tearing eyes compliment our wide-mouthed screams and grimaces. Everyone can see our white- knuckled grip. The friend seated next to us with the blissful, face-splitting grin and both arms waving above their head is shown in stark contrast. We can be caught in a moment of terror, but we cannot be caught posing motionless? Granted we do fork out more of our hard earned money to gain access to an amusement park than we do for our drivers' licences. Perhaps we could arrange to have our driver pics shot as we speed past a pole- mounted camera. Oh wait, those are traffic cams and they can and do identify us.
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