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: Tell me five things about yourself that you don't think any of the other bloggers would duplicate. (write the same response) Tuesday Mystery Prompt May 17th: Well, I just may have to ponder on this for a time. What makes me unique? Wait, am I unique? Is there a list of my differences? I am thinking. Don't rush me. There must be something, right? Do other bloggers respond to a prompt with questions? Am I stalling waiting for a eureka moment? Five Things About Me... 1.Okay, this is a physical attribute, an anomaly. My feet are a wee bit different. They were born with a large, I mean sizeable gap between the big (greater) toe and the one next to it. Not that another digit sprouted in that space, but the other toes would not have complained about being crowded if that had occurred. I came equipped with flip-flop/thong adaptable feet. I really should've lived in a tropical climate, but, no, I reside in Canada, a country that is definitely not conducive for year-round sans-socks/sans-boots living. 2. Since I'm being candid and I already mentioned my strange toes, I believe the other bloggers cannot bragclaim to have broken their poor, defenseless toes numerous times. I've lost count of the toe-stubbing incidents. If it wasn't for the wonderful occasions I delight in sauntering in flip-flops, I'd consider amputating my toes. Some have admonished me toes are necessary for balance. That's not been my experience. My toes have never fought to keep me upright and they fracture at the least form of resistance they encounter. 3. Sigh, if I write about my toes, I must also introduce my irritable, contrary knees. I'm willing to bet no one else refers to their knees as if they were stubborn, cranky beings. My knees act as an old, bickering married couple. They co-exist side-by-side only because they had no choice in the matter. Each joint does as it wishes and ignores its twin. Neither one of them has heard about much less practiced teamwork. Both attempt to step forward first. They save their best disagreements for when I am navigating stairs. One prefers to balk at this auspicious moment and the other refuses to bend. As you can imagine, my knees are not the best of house mates. 4. Thanks to those quarrelsome knees, I've endured five surgeries and counting. I've also fractured other body appendages ( not just the toes) due to unfortunate tumbles. To the accident list I must add countless sprains and strains. My knees drag me along , protesting , to emergency rooms and surgical suites. Perhaps they operate under the misguided illusion that at some point we will receive discounted medical care, the one-hundredth consultation is free? 5. My eldest daughter is a tattoo aficionado and as such she has suggested, more than once, that I join her in adorning my body. Wouldn't I like to disguise my scars? Um, no. I cannot envision anything but snakes and tree roots circling my limbs. Not exactly an attractive look. There are moments when I'm strolling amongst people and I wonder if I'm one of the few who has chosen not to tattoo. I did it! I created a list of five things about me.
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