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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. |
| Blogging Circle of Friends Day 3934: November 27, 2023 Prompt: Blog about what makes you happy this time of year. Hmmm, what makes me happy this time of year? This is a classic stalling technique. Repeat the question and then scramble for an answer. Perhaps hum and haw. Offer an 'I dunno.' "Let me think." Oh, I know. I appreciate the lack of buzzing, loitering, biting insects at this time of year. They are fair-weather irritants that dislike colder temperatures. My donning of a thick parka may also be a deterrent. Their wee stingers cannot penetrate my snow armour and if they did attempt to swarm me they would not find exposed skin. The one protruding exception being my nose. I also appreciate not dousing myself in 'bug dope'. I do not miss that particular and peculiar scent. There are times when I believe it only serves as a baster/tenderizer anyway. Not that I always do this and 'cause I refuse to be a slave to fashion or worry about how I look, but no one need raise their eyebrows and pointedly stare this time of year. What am I wearing under my winter gear? It could be pyjamas. It could be my hubby's shirt. It could be an ugly Christmas sweater. It could be absolutely nothing. Some may find my air of mystery scintillating. Sorry folks, there will not be a reveal, big or otherwise. At this time of year I like browsing at Christmas bazaars. The creativity and perseverance of crafters amazes me. I admit to liking the strains of Christmas music wafting through the frigid air. It's a once-a-year phenomenon. I also will indulge in viewing a Christmas movie or two. 'Tis the season. During my evening strolls I gaze upon cheery Christmas light displays that glow and twinkle. I still prefer the rainbow-coloured ones. I love the wide-eyed, awed, unblinking stares of children when they notice the festive decorations. I love crafting with my grandgiggles. A little bit of glue, glitter, paper, paint, ribbon, 'smushmallows' and imagination results in glorious creations. Even the green-smeared face of the four-year old makes me smile. After our recent sessions, we both glowed with the fun and the glitter that stuck to our skin. The fact that the four-year old asks many questions makes me happy. She's exercising her curiosity. The 'argument' re the spelling of her name caused me to chuckle. She insisted that there's only one 'a' in Alexandra. She also claimed that the 'x' is hers. Okay, she may have it. Lots of things, places and people make me happy. I am lucky! |
| Blogging Circle of Friends Day 3933 November 26, 2023 On this day in history , Lewis Carroll published Alice in Wonderland. What's your favorite character from the story and why? This quote by Carroll is interesting---- "Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast." What impossible things happened before breakfast today? I suppose I like and admire the Cheshire Cat. There's something about his cheeky grin. Being able to disappear and reappear wherever and whenever he chooses is both convenient and mysterious. Imagine during a debate, an argument, a difference of opinion you just, poof, remove yourself from the encounter. Conversely, being invisible may permit one to eavesdrop/spy. What happened before breakfast today? The inconceivable occurred. I awoke with a head cold. Germs dared to invade and set up camp. Tiny, microscopic microbes are tramping through my skull thumping drums and plugging my nasal passages with their unwanted presence. The fact that both my grandgiggles are currently suffering with runny noses and coughs made my chances of avoiding this attack impossible. My wish that these irritating illnesses did not exist borders on fantasy. More snow sentinels joined their icy comrades outside and because of a fall a few walks ago, my daughter declared it impossible for me to climb her driveway and access my vehicle. She dispatched her hubby to trudge out to my truck and drive it to the front door. I bade my family adieu. "Parting is such sweet sorrow." I shall be back. |
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