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.
Day 30 Montreal, Quebec, Canada This is the closest I've been to home in thirty days, one province over. There is no time for relaxing, not just yet. This final day of the virtual tour awaits. Bonjour Montreal! Oui, The Four Seasons Hotel looks comfortable and inviting, but I am in a rush to explore. Time is awastin'. When I return later I will check out the pool and the third floor lounge/bar. My feet will want to be propped up then. How could I resist a Barbie Expo? That iconic doll and I share a birth year and I must say she appears to be aging....not at all.Not so much as a wrinkle, or grey hair mars her appearance. Her ever present smile does seem to be plastic, but, hey, I shouldn't be catty. Wow, Barbie and her entourage rate a first class glitzy display at Les Cours Mont Royal, an upscale shopping mall. She is decked out in designer duds, traditional national dress, vintage rags, Star Trek costumes, and movie ensembles. This is the first time she has portrayed The Flintstones, I Dream of Jeannie, Mary Poppins and more. That girl knows how to turn heads. No matter what she chooses to wear, Barbie is elegant. The haute couture look is not my style. Saying au revoir to Barbie I embark upon a walking tour of Vieux Montreal. I stroll and gawk for two hours. Nothing prepared me for the next adventure. I should have had an inkling when I was loaned a bright yellow raincoat. The last time I donned a plastic poncho I was tossed about a ship rolling under Niagara Falls. This time, I willingly stumbled onto a jet boat with the name Saute Moutons. Oh oh, that is French for leap frog... Wow, gasp, sputter!! I swallowed mouthfuls of water as the jet boat dived into waves, spun 360 degrees, screeched into tight turns and sped through the Lachine Rapids. I screamed. I hollered. I woo-hooed. What adrenaline pumping fun! It was like a wet and wild rollercoaster. Back on dry land, I dripped as I waited for my legs to adjust to moving under their own steam. The water felt invigorating. I rounded out my day at a posh restaurant, Tandem. I'd made a quick foray to a liquor store to purchase wine for this meal. Imagine a BYOW policy. All of us bloggers toasted Lyn's a Witchy Woman. Bravo and merci! We ignored the stares of the other patrons. We are squawkers and proud of it. Around the world in a whirlwind thirty days and no jet lag whatsoever. Now I have beaucoup de virtual souvenirs to unpack and virtual pics to share. Au revoir my fellow travelers.
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