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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. |
| Tell about the writer in me? There are so many people plodding along inside of me, tripping, ricocheting, blundering. Not one of them is an expert, but several insist they are qualified and experienced. They've been with me since the beginning and they demand respect. They also tend to pull the seniority card. As would be expected they are not the quiet wallflower types. At times their ruckus is quite distracting. Their communication style is direct and often times shared immediately. Why put off until tomorrow and all that. The take charge writer in me has been lurking since I first learned to write my name. She discovered that letters were not at all random and they served a purpose. With the proper wherewithal letters can be manipulated, manoeuvered, into magnificence. They form incredible words that dance and sing. Words that caress or sting. Words that toy with innuendo or whimsy, humour or mystery. With these words stories may be created. My memory has chosen to store so much personal history, and experiences. It's always available as fodder for the writer. Another persona enjoys unabashed people watching and the observations are offered up for inspiration. The mother in me revels in a treasure trove of child-rearing shenanigans to fuel much of my scribbling. Apparently, the writer in me never sleeps. She never hesitates to force me awake with her ideas, her perfect dialogues, her explicit details. She will nag. She will repeat herself if necessary. She will interrupt until I ris e from slumber to put pen to paper. Sometimes a bit of writing is spontaneous. It flows effortlessly. It is plotted and perceived without planning.At those moments I cannot scribe or type quickly enough. Are we cautious and conservative? What are those exactly? We understand and appreciate humour. Romance is not our forte. Horror is an unknown. Mystery as a genre is appealing. When we attempt to create poetry we tend to write with rhymes. That in itself is a mystery. Why? Myselves do not entertain allusions to grandeur. We just like to write whatever, whenever. 347 words |
Prompt;Favourite Muppet Show character. At this moment the theme song for The Muppet Show is reverberating in my mind. The horns are blaring and the drums are thumping. It is unforgettable like those irrepressible, zany Muppets. I loved, or should I say still love that amusing television program. I can see Gonzo and his ladies, the chickens, wandering on stage interrupting different acts. Kermit is flustered in his attempts to organize and produce t.v. magic. He somehow remains upbeat and serves as the cheerleader/motivator. Fozzie Bear never gave up in his attempts to be a stand-up comedian. Then there's the incomparable Miss Piggy. She did not lack for self-esteem and she barrelled through life certain she was tres belle. The romance that existed between herself and Kermie was far more important to her. How could he resist her magnificence? The band members were cool, hip, laidback. I'm laughing as the Swedish Chef mumbles something unintelligible and tosses ingredients in a frenzy. So, do I have a favourite? Hmmm, maybe. Actually, my favs are two pairs. When I fulfilled my lifelong wish to visit Disneyworld several years ago I toured a replica Muppet theatre. In the balcony the heckling team of Statler and Waldorf held court with their catcalls and insights. They are curmudgeonly seniors and I believe realistic.Opinionated does not begin to describe them. I appreciate their sarcasm and unabashed observations. I still wear a t-shirt emblazoned with the crotchety duo and this slogan OLD IT SURE BEATS DEAD. My other favourite team are Professor Honeydew and Beaker. Calm, relentless Professor/Dr. Bunsen Honeydew would explain an experiment and poor, hapless Beaker would be the guinea pig/lab rat. Beaker never spoke words, he squeaked with a meep. There was never any doubt he did not like the explosive outcomes. I also wear a t-shirt with the two of them on it. The Muppets may have seemed manic, but the members were a supportive, rag tag team. They co-existed despite their uniqueness. "Blogging Circle of Friends "  [E]  |
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