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.
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.
BCOF November 22nd Prompt: Begin your blog entry "On a cold morning in late November..." On a cold morning in late November I shivered as I followed a set of tiny tracks etched in the fresh snow. My boot clad feet crunched and squeaked. I tightened the fleece scarf around my neck and snugged my hat to my head. Inside my woollen mitts my fingers flexed. Puffs of my expirations rose around me. Tears threatened to obscure my vision. Did I say it was cold? Freezing better described the howling wind whipping snow crystal shards into my cheeks.Brrr! Something had explored my backyard criss-crossing and zig-zagging. Trees were ringed in circles. A few patches of green peaked through in a few spots. As I stopped to inspect a flattened rose bush my feet were knocked out from under me and I dropped to the ground. Snuffling and snorting echoed before I recognized a distinct panting. George my neighbour's shih-tzu shook snowflakes from his red sweater and grinned. Only a puppy could appreciate this change of weather.
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