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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.
September 28, 2017 at 8:07pm
September 28, 2017 at 8:07pm
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What are your favorite ways of avoiding the things in life you consider to be distractions?
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         Well, I probably would consider my hubby, my life-partner, to be my biggest, most noticeable distraction. When he and I are in close proximity, it's rather difficult to ignore him. He moves. He speaks. He wants me to accompany him on trips. He shares amusing anecdotes with me. He wishes to be fed. He tempts me with ice cream, or some other sweet treat.
         Lucky for me he is a long-haul trucker. Usually, he's away from home base for at least a week at a time. Occasionally, his absences last two or three weeks. I have become familiar with being alone.
          I am free to plot, plan, and post my blog responses. I can surf the world-wide web to my heart's content. I write where and when I wish. Often, I read. Meals become what I crave. The television remote control is handled by my own hand, and I choose what I view.
          Yah, when he's in residence, and feeling the urge to binge-watch so many programs ala Netflix, I find it distracting. He seems to choose either chick flicks, or action movies. Either way, the volume is guaranteed to be noticeable. He likes his surround sound. Writing to the backdrop of weeping violins, or booming ammunition, screeching car crashes, thundering avalanches, and the like is beyond distracting. He also has the habit of watching a movie, again, and not remembering having ever seen it before in his life.
         Bah, who am I kidding? I miss the big galoot. Some distractions grow on you...


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