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.
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.
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.
Groan. The racket has once again awakened me at the ridiculous hour of four in the morning. What could the squawking birds be sharing the moment the sun clears the horizon ? What do they have to be chipper about? Do they ever sleep? Can't they hear their raucous, amplified voices? Punching my pillow and rolling over I wonder if an RV exists with soundproofing. My right hand fumbles at the window and reaffirms that it's closed. Where are these early birds perched? Are they directly overhead? Do they expect me to stumble from my warm bed and revel with them? I may be half asleep, but I know I did not request a wake-up call. I'm camping, I don't need an alarm. Try as I might, I have no idea what they are declaring / sharing / blaring. Great, now I'm wide awake and my brain is considering this. Hmm, what are they saying? Is it a conversation? Should I feel paranoid? Are they commenting about me? Have I offended them with my desire to sleep in at least until dawn arrives? Wait, is it dawn now? Since I clearly am alert and thinking, I begin an attempt to translate this intimate exchange I cannot avoid. I am not an eavesdropper. There are no hushed tones or efforts to move this cacophony elsewhere. Is this what they are saying? "It's returned! It's back again! Do you see it, Bill? The darkness has disappeared and the sun is glorious." "Yep, it sure has,Flip. I never tire of seeing that sun. The way it beams through the branches is breathtaking. I wouldn't miss this moment." "Got any plans for today, Bill? Where are you off to?" "Don't you ask me that same question every morning, Flip? You're nothing if not predictable. I dunno. I might check out that new bird feeder on the other side of the park. I'm curious what they have. I'm not a fan of those sunflower seeds." "I'd like to find a secluded branch and catch a quick nap. The kids kept me up all night with their chirping. I threatened to sit on them, but the wife shot me a glare. When I built that nest it seemed so roomy. Now it's crowded." "You did scout the perfect location. I envy your lake view. That branch is a sweet one for sure. Are you thinking of renovations?" "Naw, the missus will be kicking them out of the nest soon enough. I can wait it out. Have you spied any grounded, featherless, two-leggers yet?" "Not a one. The day is passing them by. They're cooped up in their shiny cocoons.It's a shame." "Well,I'm more than ready for that me time now. See you around, Bill. Oh bother, the wife is screeching. I tell you there's never a dull moment with those chicks." "See you at the next sunrise, Flip. I'll just stretch my wings now. I feel kinda peckish." Oh, wonderful. They'll be back to torture me anew tomorrow. Bill, Flip, could you please turn down the volume? I'd appreciate it.
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