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.
Day 22 Cape Town Okay, today I slowed down. Yesterday's ramblings were intense. I decided to stop and smell the roses, so I visited the Kirstenbosch Botanical Gardens. Wow! Strolling amongst all things lush and thriving is peaceful. I inhaled deeply and let the atmosphere envelop me. Amazing sculptures greeted me to stop and stare. Creative people never fail to awe me. I discovered a fascinating bit of steel and timber I could not resist, the Canopy Walkway. This is brilliant! A sculptural walkway / bridge inspired by the skeleton of a snake wrapped in among a forest. No wonder it has a nickname of "boomslang", tree snake. This marvel snakes its way through tree canopy up to 12 metres above the ground. I meandered amongst and above tree branches. The green blanketed me. Feeling revived, I chose to embark upon a short hike along the Stinkwood Trail. The name spoke to me. I marveled at the immense surviving three cape chestnut trees. They are far more impressive than the chestnut trees in the front yard of my childhood home. Alas, the native trees were victims of heavy deforestation. I learned that the stinkwood is now a protected tree. It had been harvested for furniture timber. It is considered an evergreen and also known as the cape walnut or cape laurel. The nickname arose from the discovery that a fresh felled tree emitted a strong odour. The indigenous strip the bark for traditional medecine. Where I reside, birch bark suffers the same fate. Leaving the beautiful gardens I returned to the luxury five-star hotel, The Silo. What an unusual name for a first class establishment, but the site once housed old grain silos. There is nothing agricultural about it! It sits above the Zeitz Museum of Contemporary Art Africa which is temporarily closed. My room is airy, spacious and sumptuous with stunning cityscape views. I opt to lounge in the spectacular rooftop pool. It is like soaking and swimming with the horizon. I believe this is an infinity pool. Few walls or barriers contain the water. This is the life! A Warped Witch I Be I am spoiled.
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