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 23 Johannesburg, South Africa Here I am in the largest city in South Africa, Johannesburg, or Jozi as locals refer to it. All that is here resulted from a gold rush in 1886. Opprtunists from everywhere descended upon the City of Gold and led to the designation of South Africa as a rainbow nation. South Africa's other claim to fame is its past history of apartheid and this is represented at the Apartheid Museum. To enter, purchasers are randomly given tickets that assign them a designation as White, or Non-White. They are then directed to pass through the 'correct' door, one for Blankes/Whites and the other for Nie Blankes/Non-Whites. This is a reminder of the not so distant past. Other signage is displayed that indicates the segregation practices at rest rooms and public trsnsportation hubs. I cannot fathom the issuance of government identification with one's race prominently recorded on it. The width of a nose, the kinks in hair, the size of lips, the skin pigmentation and the language spoken determined racial profiling. As if! The government could also reverse their race decisions. Mind boggling! This was considered important? In the museum's courtyard, I could not ignore the stark stone pillars each with a single word that reflects the new South African constitution. Uplifting , powerful words such as respect, responsibility, freedom, democracy and equality. South Africans struggled to overthrow apartheid and they do not hide its former existence. "Humanity was born in Africa. All people, ultimately, are African." I've only ever known Canadian privilege. My skin colour , the language I choose to speak, the type of hair on my head, my nose shape, my eye shade, and my heritage have never barred me from entering any establishment, or persuing any career or travel opportunities. I salute and respect those who sought, no demanded change.
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