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.
War Chest Wednesday! For the people who aren't familiar with this category, these are prompts that were submitted by former participants in the last few years as a requirement for signing up (...so if ya don't like 'em, don't blame me *Smirk*).
If life really is a bowl of cherries...what fruit are you?
As I may have mentioned in other blog posts that have dealt with things fruit, I am not a lover/fan/eater of fruit. I survive long , contented periods fruit-free. I can taker it, or leave it, but mostly I opt to ignore it. But, since this particular blog prompt has posed an exceptionally important question.... I'm most definitely not a watermelon. Besides it being an icky fruit, I cannot fathom that I am something to be spit away. I am not mushy like a banana. I don't see myself as ripe, or luscious, or juicy, so that negates many fruits right there. Exotic has never been synonymous with me and mine. Hmmmm, what is my fruit self? Is this similar to a spirit animal thing? Are you asking if I have a spirit fruit? Let's see.... I am home-grown. I kinda fancy hanging around a vibrant, green orchard high in a tree. A life spent absorbing sunshine sounds appealing. A round figure suits me. I'm not pretentious at all. There's no need for ceremony, or elaborate preparations. I can be enjoyed just as I am, as Mother Nature intended. I am diverse. Sometimes, I am sweet, yet I may also be tart. I'm versatile. Juices, sauces, and baked goods benefit from my existence. Names I have in abundance. Granny Smith, Cortland, Royal Gala, Delicious, Empire, and Macintosh are but a few of those monikers. I like to travel tucked into bags, purses, or pockets. Okay, okay, maybe I am an apple. I bruise easily. Just like the Macintosh apple, I am Canadian. Possibly there are times when I am thin-skinned.
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