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 |    My random thoughts and reactions to my everyday life. The voices like a forum. |
| 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. |
| PROMPT November 11th You are desperate to use the bathroom. But, you share this with several others. It's down the hall (waaaay down the hall), and it's cold despite the heat being set to the 'normal' temperature. Being an older person, your legs and ability to hold it ain't what it used to be. How do you handle this dire situation? I gasp and shiver as my feet hit the floor. I rub my eyes as I lurch toward the door. The bladder that woke me a moment before signals a battered floodgate strained to its core. The kegels I crunched to strengthen my muscle wave a red hot flag to hurry my hustle. My knees bawk, groan, creak, irked by the kerfuffle. They spasm and jerk, each step a slow, stiff shuffle. The walker frame squeaks as I wince, huff and puff. I push-propel myself past obstacle stuff. My new knee squawks at this arduous trek rough, but my bully bladder demands it, blunt, gruff. I can almost taste it, it pounds in my ears. Those two cups of tea haunt me, dribbles I fear. My midnight mission, frantic foray is clear. Do not delay, imminent release is near. At long last the once distant bathroom beckons. blessed relief is at hand, few more seconds. A blur breezes past and a shrill voice sprechens, "You're not quite there yet, I have time I reckon." ( sprechen is German for speak and it rhymes with beckon and reckon... 'spreckens' ) 20 lines, 248 words |
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