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.
Write about a campground in your area and how a visit there with Andre went haywire. Andre invited himself to camp with me at Lake Bernard Park. I had somewhat of an inkling as to his thought process when he tittered each time he heard 'LBP.' All he could think about was 'pee.' Then as if that didn't amuse him enough he kept repeating 'bee pee.' He wondered out loud if bees kept and used toilets. Where were they in a hive? Now that image is buzzing 'round my brain. Anyway, no bees bothered us, so who could we ask? That monkey had other more private concerns. Apparently, he'd never before encountered, or made use of an outhouse. The concept of no flushing water boggled his mind. Performing without an after swoosh seemed wrong to him. Shouting, "Bombs away," after his visits earned him a few glares from those waiting their turns. I believe he became the first camper ever to be chided about slamming the wooden door a bit too enthusiastically. Most people let the door swing closed with a distinctive screech, but not Andre. He felt the door needed more encouragement. He liked to trot along the floating, wooden dock and jump as if on a trampoline. I'm not certain his rocking of the boards was to blame , but a few people slipped into the water. Wet people are so dramatic with their flailing, splashing and scrambling to gain a toehold. Andre did what any rescuer would do. He tossed ropes to them, ropes conveniently left nearby and easily accessed. How was he to know those were the mooring lines for the boats lined up along the dock? We all learned loose, bobbing boats tend to bounce off stranded boaters and the dock alike. Andre became the first LBPer banned for life from the beach. Mothers were quick to cover their children's wide eyes and several also attempted to protect little, impressionable ears, too. No one had ever witnessed a naked, dripping monkey screaming obscenities as he streaked along the lake's edge. Amidst his high-pitched curses he wailed about a blood-thirsty monster that had snagged his swim trunks before biting him in the rump. Rumours flit here and there re leeches, but wayward sticks also lurk in the lake. Andre later admitted swimming might not be his 'thing.' By evening and campfire time, Andre felt mellow enough to sit and enjoy the roaring, dancing flames. He studied the marshmallow-browning techniques of others and decided to give it a go. I handed him a sharpened tree branch upon which he skewered a couple of soft, squishy treats. Like he'd observed, Andre held his stick above glowing coals. He fidgeted. He whistled. With a shuddering sigh, he plunged his offering into the middle of the fire. Instantly his marshmallows burst into flame and he reacted by flinging his charred, gooey, red-hot mess into the darkness. We all startled when a scream marked their passing target. Andre and I are still not sure if maiming by marshmallow is an actual crime.( 494 words )
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