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.
"I don't like this duck," declared Cara as she tossed it to the bathroom floor. "Why, is there something wrong with it?" asked her Mommy. "It's not like this one, " said the girl waving a smiling, bright yellow rubber ducky. Mommy knelt to pick up the bath toy that had skidded across the room and now lay flopped on its side under the sink. "Aww, I think this poor bird is shivering from the cold. Look at how blue he is. Can't he swim in the warm water with you?" The sploshy sounds of splashing ceased. Cara stared at her mother with a frown. "He's not real,Mommy. He's only a toy." "Are you sure about that? I seem to remember that this bird came here on Santa's sleigh and that means he is special." The parent smiled. She could almost see the wheels turning in her daughter's head. Her eyes were focused on something far away and the only noise in the humid bathroom echoed in a steady drip from the tub faucet. " He doesn't look like a pengin." "Excuse me? Penguins do not live at the North Pole." "Ya, huh. I saw'd Santa wit' a pengin. It had those ear things." "Ear muffs?" Cara nodded and pushed the yellow ducky under the swirling bubbles. Darn mall Santas. The North Pole and the South Pole were miles apart. How to confuse a child. Sure they both had snow and ice, but they were polar opposites. "You hear Grandpa singing about the bluebird of happiness don't you?" Cara giggled. "Ya, and he flies up your nose." Mom chuckled. Of course that would be what Cara remembers. "Well, this blue duck is one of Santa's special blue birds of happiness. He gifted it to you so you would have a friend to make you smile." Cara scooped a handful of white bubbles to her chin and grinned. "See? I'm Santa Claus. Give me my blue happy bird." Mommy plopped the blue duck into the bath tub.She groaned when Cara had more to say. "Can I ask Santa for a pengin? He can take his duck back home." 355 words
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