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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.
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September 18, 2021 at 8:23pm
September 18, 2021 at 8:23pm
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September 18th prompt: Take us through a day in your life at your job/career. Today, 10:10ish: Emily awakened me via a text. I heard the chirpy "hello" generated by a Minion voice and I fumbled for my cell phone. My eyes opened reluctantly to read,"When do you want me to come over?" Not fully functioning my fingers stabbed at the teeny tiny keyboard. After a few attempts at sounding coherent and an equal number of erasures, I punched in a reply. I advised my grandgiggle I was just waking up. I was hinting I needed time to clear the cobwebs. Within a few minutes: Emily texted,
"Well doesn't have to be now. Just whenever you want me to come." Thinking this was the extent of our communication I rolled over and dozed off. Again the Minion summoned me. "Want me to stay for a sleepover?" With a sigh I forced my weary eyes open again. Obviously I needed to answer Emily. Before I composed something I read her Mom would drop her off. I relied on the ever reliable short 'okay, when?" 10:50ish: Em texted, "On my way." I thanked her for the warning and rolled out of bed. Thus began my Saturday. Perhaps I shouldn't have stayed awake binge-watching a Britbox series until 2:a.m. By the time Em breezed in, I'd shrugged into clothes and started to sip a hot cup of tea. She wanted to know our itinerary for the day. Ah, plans had to be made. Together we decided to visit the local fall fair and gathered the foray necessities; sunglasses, keys, and cell phones to snap pics. As we were leaving, hubby who was supposed to be on an extended road trip phoned to ask if I had any plans for the day. Long story short yet another transport had broken down and he wanted a lift to recover a new rig. Ah, I'd be a chauffeur. First, Em and I sauntered amongst the exhibits at the fair savouring the glorious sunshine and people-watching. Our road trip ate another three hours of our afternoon . Em acted as the D.J. selecting saved tunes from her phone and played through the car's bluetooth system. I heard music new to me and I liked it. Easy, carefree lesson... Back in the vicinity of home, we decided to partake of more fresh air. We strolled down to the nearby lakefront intending to snap more photos. The glimmering water, the sun rays, the floating ducks, all posed for us. Vibrants reds, yellows, and purples beckoned to us in the form of waving blooms. At home, Em searched online for a movie she was sure I'd enjoy. Her instincts were spot on and we laughed through it. The film's premise was based on a favourite childhood book her father had loved. Next we prepared a stir-fry for supper chattering all the while. Now I am composing this blog as Em sits beside me urging me to pay attention to "the good parts" in the Netflix series "The Umbrella Academy." Our together time continues... This is but a day in my semi-retired life. Emily and I share another "sleep-me-over." |
September 17, 2021 at 8:00pm
September 17, 2021 at 8:00pm
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PROMPT September 17th
Do you procrastinate? We all do to one extent or another.
What doubts or excuses could you let go of to help you become more consistent and minimize procrastination? Me procrastinate? Inconceivable! I did delay responding to this prompt today though, does that count? I busied myself with other things. As I sat down before my keyboard I texted my middle grandgiggle about meeting up tomorrow. Her reply in the form of predictive text asked if I could pick her up "tomato." My laughing response, purely instinctual, caused a further delay. Sometimes, I fall victim to an easily diverted attention span. I discovered a Britbox program that tickled my fancy and so I binged for a few hours. Feeling hunger pains I did stop to cook myself something to eat. Then I reminded myself about today's blog prompt. Is it really procrastination when I choose to do things at a later time? Today consists of a twenty-four hour period and as long as my blog is posted before midnight I've honoured the deadline. My participation is voluntary. I choose when to sit down and create a blog post. I'm doing it now and dithering. Am I procrastinating? I prefer to believe that whilst I am preoccupied with whatever I am mulling over a suitable bit of writing. Sure with the time-honoured tradition of multi-tasking I do not always allot equal time or attention to each of my commitments. I defer my reactions, actions, satisfaction. While I type this I ignore the dirty dishes piled in the sink and recall I intended to send off a letter to someone. Full disclosure, that is an on-going 'shoulda.' I've hemmed and hawed about clearing space on my bookshelves. Before I know it my niece's wedding will be imminent and I've yet to figure out a suitable gift. It'll snow soon enough, so I need to finish packing away the camping stuff at the trailer. I think there's a month's worth of entries to inscribe in the company ledger. Okay, okay. I just may be a procrastinator. Nothing I listed is insurmountable. I could visit the trailer site 'tomato', but I have a date with my grandgiggle. She'll have plans for us no doubt. Perhaps Sunday will be the day. That trailer isn't going anywhere. |
September 16, 2021 at 7:17pm
September 16, 2021 at 7:17pm
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PROMPT September 16th
I know you've done it. I know I have. Tell us about a time you were inappropriately dressed for the occasion.
Most of the occasions I celebrate require casual dress, nothing high-falutin' or fancy-shmancy. I did remember to don a floor length white gown for my wedding, but I never was too keen about the lace veil. I felt it was over the top and unnecessary. I've always disliked hats, headdresses and the like. Was it appropriate? I'd argue no, but Mom insisted. She muttered the word tradition. I absolutely vetoed donning white gloves. That was a non-starter. In my mind only butlers wore white gloves, or members of the military, specifically Navy and Marine personnel I believe? I don't make it a habit to wear black to funerals. Is that inappropriate? I prefer colour and black is not a staple of my wardrobe. Speaking of funerals... I rarely step out in dresses or frocks. I'm a jeans and t-shirt gal. Seven years ago, my Mom died unexpectedly and I scrambled to shop for a dress. Yes, I admit, it was an ill-conceived attempt to placate her contemporaries and a handful of traditional relatives. Entering a church should be done in a dress and not jeans. Not many of the store offerings appealed to me and I settled for whatever I could find. During the funeral service and the delivery of my eulogy I had to rise to my feet several times. I was front and centre to a packed house. Did I mention I'd recently undergone knee surgery and refused to wrestle with panty hose because the fresh scar still felt sensitive? The mourners saw my whiter than white legs marred by an angry red slash. I could deal with that. What I had not anticipated was a hemline that rode up every time I stood. Yep, I'd purchased something akin to a mini. Not to worry an aunt seated behind me in the pews made it her business to tug down my dress. As she later laughed she'd covered my ass-ets. Oh and as an homage to my mother who loved to wear bracelets I chose to wear her silver charm bracelet that day. When I stood, when I walked, when I breathed that darn bit of jewellery tinkled, but in the hush of the church it sounded more like clanking. It also liked to snag things. Copious hugging is a bereavement staple and that bracelet latched onto many sweaters and jackets. After my eulogy I crossed to where my youngest sister was seated in a front pew to embrace her. Yep, I snagged her hair. That charm bracelet qualifies as inappropriate, right? |
September 15, 2021 at 10:25pm
September 15, 2021 at 10:25pm
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| September 15th Prompt: What was the most memorable meal you've prepared? Tell us who you prepared it for and the occasion. Picture doe-eyed children fainting with hunger and rocking in their chairs encircling a dining table. Their trembling hands clutch grumbling bellies. Their piteous cries pierce the air. I pull open the door and step out onto the deck. As I tug the lid of the propane barbecue smoke billows out and stings my eyes. I gasp. I cough. I wave away the dark cloud obscuring my vision. Red flames flare and flicker. I hear sizzling.With a sigh I pierce the family's meal with a long-handled fork and wrestle each morsel onto the tray I am balancing. I permit the barbecue lid to slam shut. My free hand wrangles the door open and an elbow bends to catch it as it swings. Three hoarse voices exclaim, "It's about time. We're starving!" The tray clatters to the table and four sets of eyes stare. When no one attempts to spear the meat as I anticipated I go ahead and load four waiting plates. No one, none of the hungry, begin to stuff their impatient faces. While I wait, four forks hesitate and hover over my offerings. The children look to their father. He clears his throat and states the obvious. "This chicken seems to be burned." Before I can think, I snap, "Scrape the black bits off!" Peering at the silent offspring I begin laughing. My own poking revealed the chicken to be beyond seared. I had cremated our supper. Even the soot-encased bones crumbled. "Hey, this is sorta like blackened fish a Creole specialty," I snort. Okay, I confess barbecuing is often beyond my skill set. This is but one example of my prowess and the reason why my hubby would announce to his co-workers, "Well, I gotta go home now. The wife has fired up the barbecue. I can smell the smoke from here." |
September 14, 2021 at 7:40pm
September 14, 2021 at 7:40pm
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PROMPT September 14th
What is the worst movie you have seen? Tell us why you consider it the worst. Mine is The Star Wars Holiday Special. Hmmm, I don't seem to have a definitive answer to this prompt. I must've seen terrible movies. Not all movies are great and of course that's true. There's an opposite for everything, right? Good versus bad. Fantastic movies, mediocre movies, and forgettable movies. If they're so terrible that I cannot recall them then I have no memory of them at all. To preserve my sanity and my discernible taste I've not bothered to retain anything about them. I've forgotten them. They're not worthy of remembrance. Now I do know the genres I prefer to view. This sometimes clashes with the movies hubby wishes to watch. For some inexplicable reason he loves chick flicks, the sappier the better. He is enthralled by romance , the chase, the courtship, the all-consuming angst and the happy ever after fairy tale ending. He's discovered The Hallmark Channel which specializes in these favourites. I dislike the fact that all these movies follow the doctrine of romance novels such as the Harlequin offerings. A woman is pursued by a man, a man she never knew she needed or desired. During the course of their gradual awakening they experience pitfalls, doubt, misgivings, whatever. After tears and fears they realize their undying devotion / love for each other. Always the happy ending. Every setting in the world has been exploited. Many times either she's a widow with kids, or he's a widower with kids. Every holiday from Thanksgiving to Easter has been showcased. I find this formula stale and very trite. It's the same predictable script. Blah, blah, blah. Conversely, my partner likes action movies with thunderous explosions, screeching car chases, non-stop tension, hand-to-hand combat. He perches on the edge of his chair barely remembering to breathe and rarely blinking. He recoils. He flinches. He grunts and gasps. His muscles tense and he clenches his fists. I find his intense involvement to be entertaining. With each movie he experiences quite the workout and it leaves him drained. Perhaps he should've been a stuntman? Wait, wait, during this diatribe I've thought of the worst movies I've had the displeasure of viewing and they were not ones of my choosing. Any film created by Quentin Tarentino is ridiculous. He glorifies blood and guts, violence. During their regrettable running, I buried my nose in a book. Yikes, apparently I've not forgotten enough. |
September 13, 2021 at 8:16pm
September 13, 2021 at 8:16pm
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PROMPT September 13th
Who do you see as role model of yours, either a professional or 'everyday' person, and why should everyone else know about this person?
Who did I look up to? Well, the answer to that question would be my parents. They married young and worked to provide for me and my siblings. They provided shelter, food and clothing with little money left for frivolities. Neither would purchase something before first paying the bills. They did not put their wants before ours. If a child needed new shoes he/she would receive them and my parents would continue to schlep around in their own worn out footwear. They supported us emotionally, too. We were hugged. An interest was shown in our pursuits. They were never distant or unavailable. Nope, I cannot complain about my parents. When I left home to attempt to live as an independent adult my parents would reach out to talk and/or listen. Of course they proffered advice whether I wanted it or not, but they did not demand that I accept it. They always seemed to be willing to act as sounding boards. Not once did I hear an "I told you so" , or a "Well, I would've done it differently." They loved me enough to permit me to make and own my mistakes. No, I've never known a professional role model. Is there such a person? Would I discover such a being listed in the yellow pages? How would they convey their ideas? Would it be similar to shadowing a parent-at-work day? Would I be expected to attend classes, workshops, or seminars? Ah, could I assume I'd have an exam, or an essay to write? Wait, what exactly is an 'influencer?' My memory is of my Mom expressing her belief that so-and-so was a 'bad influence' and might not be the best choice as a friend. Did I heed that maternal concern? That's a subject for another blog. Really, what is an influencer? This seems to be a phenomenon that is featured in movies now. Someone aims to collect followers and labels their online efforts to be those of an 'influencer.' Do people follow their every move, decision, act without compunction? If a certain young woman films her every hour in a day am I supposed to be impressed? Ooo, she applies a beauty shop load of make-up and professes to be the best guru? Nah, she's wearing a mask. At best she has an opinion, a biased one. Why should I care what she chooses to smear on her visage? This is definitely not my idea of a role model. Everyday people are the real heroes. Parents toiling to raise their children. Teachers promoting lifelong learning. The crossing guard on duty at a busy intersection. The janitor mopping the floors. The doctor, the nurse calming frightened patients. The truck driver running the gauntlet of relentless traffic. All of these people give of themselves to help others and they do it without accolades. They strive whether they are exhausted, or burdened by their own worries. They deserve my respect. |
September 12, 2021 at 7:39pm
September 12, 2021 at 7:39pm
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| September 12th prompt: What part of your life has been disrupted the most by the stay at home orders? What have you done to adapt to spending more time at home? I'm certain I'm not the only one who bristles at orders that squash my socialization. Nothing compares to or replaces that interaction. What? Stay apart to stay together? Stand apart together? I never thought I'd live to experience this isolation, this enforced separation from family and friends. Phone calls and e-mails don't cut it. I missed hugs. I missed facial expressions conveyed face to face. I missed sharing meals. I missed board games. I missed crafting sessions. I missed long rambles where we exercised our jaws as much as our legs. My brain struggles with the Covid logic. Stay away from positive people? Before this pandemic I spent time alone, sometimes by choice, but I could always visit with anyone at anytime. Nothing was restricted, or denied. If someone wished to see me we arranged a get-together. Never did we worry about breathing on each other, or consuming the same air. Most likely germs floated all around us, but we were oblivious. Have I adapted? Possibly. I've grumbled. I've whined. I've complained. During my enforced Covid curfew I've kept busy reading, writing, and viewing all things British. I fill the hours with projects and entertainment. Most of the time, I've managed to ignore pesky housework. It's surprisingly easy to turn a blind eye to dust bunnies. They only make an appearance when they sunbathe. I appreciate their quiet presence. Who am I to deny their burrowing under furniture? I do not lay claim to that particular space. I've also refused to make any hasty, rash decisions re my bloated bookshelves. Yes, I concede that the books seem to be staging a mutiny. Many of them tower over me and they are in cahoots with the musty dust bunnies. Sigh. My baking urges have left me to devour most of what I create. Who can I share with? Maybe I could've stuffed fresh muffins into mail boxes, or door slots. Curbside deliveries are a thing now, but are they suited to baked goodies?This is not what I envision that ol' saying being. Let the cookies crumble. Who wants cookie crumbs? |
September 11, 2021 at 7:34pm
September 11, 2021 at 7:34pm
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| September 11th Prompt What were you doing 20 years ago today? Of the events that transpired, what memory stays with you, almost haunts you? Twenty years ago? Wow, now that's a significant amount of time. Where was I? What was I doing? Well, I was far from the horrific destruction, snug in my home, until the glaring news' reports jolted my small, Canadian town awareness into hyper-drive. At that long ago time my youngest had just started Grade 12 and we were immersed in all things high school. In fact on that specific day she posed for memory photos. I was busy reorganizing a new year of Girl Guide activities and preparing for the local fall fair by polishing my craft entries. My two eldest were in and out working at their jobs.My career as a personal support worker hummed along. Basically, I multi-tasked as usual. Oh, and my eldest grandgiggle had just turned four months old. My mother phoned me to order that I turn on my television and see the emerging terror for myself. I remember not completely comprehending what the cameras were recording in real time. My mind preferred to believe that it was a staged bit of movie magic / manipulation. It had to be smoke and mirrors, too much smoke, special Hollywood effects, right? Tall buildings were not intended to be struck and destroyed, right? I paced and worried about strangers miles from my safe haven. How could this happen? Why? Sure, the United States bordered my country, and New York is at a physical distance, but it was still too close to home. Canada shares more than that border and some common geography with our neighbours. Americans and Canadians alike presumed they were free to prosper and cherish their families. No one could foresee such brazen brutal attacks. What still haunts me? Those images of soot-stained, stunned, vacant-eyed New Yorkers stumbling along streets of rubble and framed by billowing smoke are etched in my memory. New York resembled a war zone and it was mind-boggling. The smouldering remnants of the towers were a stark reality. I also remember with bursting pride the outpouring of love and support my fellow Canadians from Newfoundland provided to the many diverted flyers sent there because all flights were cancelled. No one had ever envisioned a mass influx of frightened American travellers, yet citizens stepped up to help. Those Newfies are my heroes. They selflessly sheltered and comforted. They made the best of an unprecedented emergency. I suppose the least any of us can do is remember. Far too many people died on 9/11 and those deaths were violent, unspeakable atrocities. That attack pales in comparison to those beloved victims. Their lives matter and they shall never be forgotten. |
September 10, 2021 at 9:24pm
September 10, 2021 at 9:24pm
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| September 10th Prompt: What qualities do you value most in yourself? List at least three of them and tell us why you have these values. This is my opportunity to claim that I am a humble, uncomplicated person. I don't put on airs, or aspire to dazzle anyone. I am a what-you-see-is-what-you-get kinda figure.Basically, I am human with flaws and occasional flights of fancy. Sometimes, my imagination is a bit quirky. I may prattle on and on. I ask questions and I don't necessarily expect am answer, I think out loud. At times, I speak to myself which startles me. I will admit I like to laugh and not always at the expense of others. Humour appeals to me. I shake my head at what befalls me. I have accepted that I'm a klutz and will never ever be remotely graceful, or athletic. I value my family. They've loved, supported, cheered,teased, counselled, argued, disagreed, and laughed at me. We are intertwined for better or worse. We share a history and there's no doubt they provide fodder for my writing. They don't always understand why I write, but they don't discourage me either. I am drawn to creativity. Sure, I play with words and shape them into stories, but I also like to sketch, craft, and needlepoint. I admire those who express themselves with their creations. I see it as something positive. I cherish the quilts and paintings my Nanny gifted me. Made with love is real. As I've mentioned, I appreciate humour and I seem to find it everywhere. There's the ludicrous, the inexplicable, the unintentional, and they all tickle my funny bone.I suppose I learned this as an impressionable child.Sharing a laugh is magical. With this philosophy I refer to my three granddaughters as 'grandgiggles.' Now they never fail to make me smile. |
September 9, 2021 at 7:55pm
September 9, 2021 at 7:55pm
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| September 9th Prompt: What health tips have worked for you? What would you like to do to improve your health? Is this where I share my diet tips and sprout spout healthy eating regimes? Notice the strong word 'regime.' Hah, I'm not, nor have I ever been a diet devotee. My eating philosophy is more of a see food, enjoy food . Basically, I've never consumed a calorie I didn't like. Yes, I will confess that I indulge in desserts on a regular basis. If cookies, cakes and muffins were meant to be forbidden why do they taste irresistible? Are egg farmers conspiring to sell their wares by including them in baked goods, emphasize 'good.' Not that I don't eat eggs in the form of an omelette once in a while. Eggs are nothing if not versatile. Despite my kinship with sweet treats I do imbibe veggies. I actually like them and they do not always have to be disguised in those delish confections although carrot, or zucchini bread is the best. Besides eating a balanced diet which sometimes is a cookie in each hand I attempt to exercise more than once a year. Not that I am so gung-ho that I wear and follow a Fitbit. I talk myself into a daily walk, well, that's my intention. I recognize that my health needs this burst of movement. My muscles don't wish to atrophy. Use it or lose it is real. Years ago, I not only financed a gym membership I attended said gym three times a week. I swam, partook of an aerobics class, and hoisted weights.My body and I cooperated in these endeavours. I achieved a sveltness, a level of fitness in which I did not wheeze climbing stairs. I'd like to say I aspire to be that devoted, that resolute again. Perhaps I will push myself in this manner, or perhaps I'll start with faltering, hesitant baby steps . There's no time like the present, so tomorrow I will venture forth to meander at a sedate pace. I just need to forewarn my knees. They prefer a bit of cajoling. |
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