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.
PROMPT: Talk Tuesday! Tell us about a store or restaurant you refuse to go to because of poor service. With all the road trips, and travelling I've experienced, there has only been one memorable restaurant fiasco. It happened during Christmas'ish 2015 in Florida. My family and I had driven from our Northern Ontario, Canada home to the Disneyworld area of Florida. Every evening, we graced a different restaurant for our meals. We liked variety, and lets face it, we were tourists. This particular suppertime, it was just us girls. The men had opted to attend a classic car show, and we had to choose a venue within walking distance of our motel. We discovered a Chili's. When we first entered this eatery we thought we'd lucked out, it was not busy. Huh, that should have been a red flag, but, hey, what did we know? We were saddled with a surly female waitress who didn't believe in the formality of a friendly greeting. She was by far the worst server we have ever encountered. She did not care. She took our orders and then scurried off. She was never occupied with other customers. She just had us to ignore. First it took a half hour before she deigned to bring our beverages. Not once during the course of our stay did she bring, or offer refills. Our meals arrived in fits and starts. My eldest granddaughter wasn't served anything. We shared with her after we approached the waitress to ask where this food was hiding. She never once apologized, or explained, or offered to make this right. After almost an hour of further waiting, the lost meal appeared, and lo and behold, it was not as ordered. We've dined out enough to know that servers make a habit of removing empty, dirty dishes from the table on a continuous basis. Not this waitress, she let the dishes pile up. During our stay, the waitress hid in an alcove next to the kitchen door and played with her cell phone. It seemed to be the only thing that snagged her attention. When we were vacating the premises, we made sure to inform her that she was a lousy server. Several of us have worked in the profession in the past. We always make a point of thanking those who wait on us, and often we chat with them. This Miss Congeniality/Work Ethic reject just shrugged. We were a long way from home at that time, but we have not forgotten. Should we as a family ever return to that neck of the woods, we will be avoiding that particular restaurant. In stark contrast, we loved the waitress we met two mornings in a row at an Orlando IHop.
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