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.
Witchy Woman 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.
PROMPT: Music and coffee. Watch a video featuring Tommy Cash sing and dance within the throes of coffee ecstasy. Groan. Grumble. It's the first thing in the morning for me. I survived a night without running water and I awoke to the same situation. The water fairy did not grace me with a visit while I slept. I rummaged in the fridge for a bottle of water left from a camping trip and I sloshed that into the kettle. My morning routine is to slurp a fresh, hot cup of tea. I enjoy coffee when I visit restaurants. Caffeine is caffeine am I right? I slumped into my computer chair ready to visit WDC and receive today's blog prompt. As I multitasked otherwise known as scrolling, reading, and of course sipping, my phone rang with news re the water absence issue. Apparently, the well requires a new foot float valve thingy. Lovely. Why not? It's been that kind of week. It has been somewhat eventful and it all has to do with feet. Yes, you read that correctly. I did blame my recent woes on feet. Let me explain. On Monday, I fractured my right big toe, or as some say, my greater toe. Ya right, there's nothing great about it. Well, it is good for one thing and that is permitting me to wear my favourite footwear flip flops, or thongs. Yep, that toe is once again fractured. That, believe it or not, is not the most pressing problem. Since that regrettable incident I have stubbed said disabled toe not once, not twice, not even three times. That occurred in the first morning. The word I shall use is multiple. I have stubbed that toe repeatedly as in multiple times. To say it throbs is an understatement. Often, it seems as if a sharp knife is stabbing my foot. Despite this discomfort said appendage refuses to look where it's going and instead stumbles/blunders into every lurking corner and furniture leg it is supposed to avoid. In that respect this is doubly painful/mortifying. The total disregard for its well being and its host is mind boggling. The recent weather has also conspired to irk me. Without warning it has become shoe weather. Temperatures have plummeted and rain pummels the ground, so um, at the moment it is a tad chilly. All I can coax my right foot into is a flip flop sans socks. I attempted to force that foot into a slipper, but that did not end well at all. So, I sit and whinge counting down the days to healing. My caffeine consumption both soothes me and creates a state of heightened awareness/readiness. Now, if only more of it seeps down to that careless toe.457 words
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