Every year, my partner and I buy candy for the trick or treaters. We never see a single one. Somehow, all the candy is gone within a day or two after. I’m a diabetic, therefore I’m out. So…
A good question. One that is best answered by knowing the age of the fruitcake. A new one would be fairly survivable. one that has been regifted over a length of time could kill.
I took a week to do my mail in. I already knew WHO I was voting for, but took my time to really learn WHAT I was voting for. The wording of some of the propositions makes you think one way, but full explanations into the issues at hand really reveals the truth and can change your thinking.
I used to be cool. I knew all the slang words, listened to up to the minute music, wore the correct clothing, and was seen where one needed to be seen. Then I turned 30, and began the long, slow tailspin into middle age. Cool turned to pragmatic. My slang is dated, my clothes are ‘comfortable and sensible’, I play music that’s decades old (records, no less!), and a night out is a karaoke bar, where I’m older than most of the patrons. Now that I’m in the “gee, you look good!” stage of life, I’m about as removed from today’s teens and twenty-somethings as one can get. I can’t begin to fathom what life is like for young people today, let alone what the dating scene is like. That said, don’t completely give us boomers a pass, we’ve seen a helluva lot. Elly understands a lot more than Elizabeth gives her credit for. Give her anther 10 years and she too will start to understand.
I am a diabetic with what they call ‘Brittle Diabetes’, meaning, it doesn’t take much to throw my numbers off in either direction. That said, I was caught out without my ‘emergency food’ of granola bars and bite-size chocolate. One for “glucose going low”, the other, “glucose below cutoff”, or crashing. My options were few and I went to McDonalds for the first time since the ’90’s. Wow. The cheeseburger was ‘meh’ and the fries had practically no flavor. Yes, I stopped the sugar crash, but for the life of me, I couldn’t (and still can’t) understand why McDonalds was still popular. There are SO many better choices, usually from local establishments.
Our house, originally a New England salt box (three rooms wide, one room deep, two floors) was built in 1855 on a 2/3 acre lot. It sits on an incline with no less than 65(!) deciduous trees on it, including the grandfather of oak trees. We didn’t rake until November when the mighty oak gave up its last leaves. Raking and mowing was an arduous task I dreaded. Way back when, we burned our leaves, as everyone did. Now, it takes an ungodly amount of lawn bags. I live in a townhouse condo now where the HOA does all of that. Never again…
Every year, my partner and I buy candy for the trick or treaters. We never see a single one. Somehow, all the candy is gone within a day or two after. I’m a diabetic, therefore I’m out. So…