At 79, despite the bad knees, hips and other physical quirks, I am blessed with exceptionally good vision and hearing; don’t have to worry about “What would people say?” (Mother’s rule of thumb on everything from wearing pink and red together to wearing a skirt\dress with hemline touching my kneecap); have learned how to walk away from people who add nothing positive to conversation or life in general; appreciate people who (in a very dark time) renewed my sense of self-worth, beauty and desirability as a woman; and for some unique and special friendships that have lasted for decades.
I can’t answer your question but when we lived in central Arkansas, our neighbor lady was serving squirrel and noodles for Thanksgiving dinner. They had learned to be thankful for what they had!
My cat was the “king” of the retirement community long before I moved in and he adopted me. He has been neutered, micro-chipped, and “imprisoned” in the house for over a year now but, if the opportunity arrives, as it did yesterday, will head for the great outdoors to scent his familiar places and visit old friends (human and animal). When he came back (unknown to me) he was gently carrying a 3-4 week old rabbit and put it on the kitchen/dining area floor. I heard a scrabbling and walked out to see him playing with it. Naturally, the bunny didn’t see it that way, so I intervened, scooped it up and held it against my chest to help calm it. I read the suggestions on caring for it but, just before nightfall and because I had no idea where Jasper had found it, I took the small plastic box with the nest I created for it (fresh grass & dry leaves in a round leftover bowl) and placed it under my low azalea bush, facing the corner where my front porch steps meet the corner of the house. Rabbits visit the bird feeding grounds and I hope one of them was able to lead it back to its nest. It was gone when I got up this morning.
Back in the late 90s I was attempting to set up an account with a Christian dating service. No problem until — even before I had finished filling out the required fields — a message popped up. “Help!” Shocked, I asked, “Where are you?” “Help!” Was the reply. “Where in this world are you? If you’re not in my country or town I can’t help you.” Silly me, it was only an African prince wanting to place his family fortune in my care via my bank, of course. “That is not an honorable thing for you to do,” I replied. He dropped off and I ceased my attempt to set up the account.
How are you faring in the continual parade of severe weather the past few weeks? Decades ago I lived in Burns Flat (Washita County) and Vian (Sequoia County. Lovely then and not so much wild weather.
At 79, despite the bad knees, hips and other physical quirks, I am blessed with exceptionally good vision and hearing; don’t have to worry about “What would people say?” (Mother’s rule of thumb on everything from wearing pink and red together to wearing a skirt\dress with hemline touching my kneecap); have learned how to walk away from people who add nothing positive to conversation or life in general; appreciate people who (in a very dark time) renewed my sense of self-worth, beauty and desirability as a woman; and for some unique and special friendships that have lasted for decades.