I was never a preparer of the future, a correction: that is only the immediate future I would plan, not the faraway one.
Perhaps that could have been a mistake.
Although, over the years, so much unexpected has happened that in reality how could one prepare for that, truly?
Sure some things are a given, an older parent passing on...
Though my parents were at the average lifespan at the time that they died, it was still very sad and difficult to cope with their passing; even in my thirties.
That's why I often wonder why people these days are having children so late in life?
Meaning over forty and beyond... my parents were thirty-nine and forty-three when I was born...and I was thirty-one and thirty-five when they passed on...!
Feeling gypped!
I do know many people were younger when they lost both parents, but still, I wasn't ready for that loss!
Some people are even opting for waiting until their fifties to start a family!
Why is fifty called middle-aged when most do not live to one hundred?
That always baffled me.
That would mean I have twenty-nine-plus years left, okay I'll take it!
Oops, now everyone knows my age!
Ya know, I have never been ridiculous about telling my age since my realistic theory is if you don't get older you die!
So be happy to get older and let the world know...!
Many of my generations actually are age shy, another thing I never understood.
Especially if you don't look your age!
Oh, my the point of my title... for a good part of my adult life I was responsible for all house chores, including grocery shopping, whether I worked outside of our home or at home.
But since I stopped driving several years ago due to feeling that I was unsafe due to my eyes, my neck, and my weak legs...so I did the right thing for humanity, and quit being behind the wheel of the car.
Hubby used to tell me horror stories of older people who continued to drive and caused terrible accidents when he was a deputy. So hearing all that, I made up my mind before I caused an accident I would not drive anymore. Too many older people feel they lose their independence when they give up driving, but I felt I was saving lives.
I believe it is the availability of public transportation, ours has improved over the last few years, even offering free transportation to disabled people.
So these days, Hubby and I compile the grocery list together before he goes to the store, and before the PANDEMIC we used to go together.
These days I have gone in on occasion, but with all my maladies I try to stay away from areas that no longer make masks a priority!
Blame it on our Governor DeSantis that I call Mini-Me, due to his worshipping of the X-so-called president DJ, who thinks too that the PANDEMIC is OVER...NOT!
Mini-Me has made it unnecessary for any place to require you to wear a mask... and us with the variant strains prevalent in our state causing an upsurge of COVID-19 cases!!!
Mini-Me has also accused places, such as schools, that they are not following his commands!
We are one of the many southern states that have been seeing the COVID-19 disease cases go up now, with deaths rising, all due to his flagrant disregard of human life, health and safety!
Due to him, people are having fights over wearing masks or not wearing masks!
And we are at 44%, not 56% of the vaccinated population, that some had reported! (Me too, mistakenly! Please forgive.)
Just the other day we had more than 1440 cases! One of the highest in the country, and yet our governor insists, like his idol, that he is doing everything right for his constituents!
Sickening, both expressive and literal!
And so we must go, for now ...
I am called Aussie because my Mom asked a sixteen-year-old girl, who had been looking at me, in the crate at the adoption site, that day, what she thought I should be named. And without hesitation, the teenager had said, Aussie! She was just looking, by the way,... so Mom did not steal me from her.
We never did find out the girl's name, and Mom liked the name Aussie too. We have since found out that it is a very common name, but it is still just right for me! My parents think that I am uncommon though,... some might say even unique! I do like that.
I am an Australian Shepherd. Here is an interesting factoid about me, I was supposed to be a miniature Australian Shepherd, but... as you might know, I AM NOT! Although I am now three years old, so I am the baby, though I tip the scales at around seventy pounds, HA! I must admit, a very big one!
I was three months old when Mommy and Daddy adopted me. I had been taken out of a hoarder's home in the Carolinas with my litter. Below is my new PIC that had been taken on the birthday that I share with my Dad, but Dad is much, much older than me!!! I was the first to be adopted, February 16, 2018, his brother's birthday.
Please don't forget me, I am Chance, pictured above, a Bichon Frise! I am six years old, so they think, and the eldest, and I like getting up early with Mom and Aussie. Bella sleeps in with Dad, till after seven most days, even later! I enjoy a good tug-of-war on the ropes that Dad had twisted for Aussie and me, and sometimes even Bella plays too! I was the last to be adopted, on January 23, 2020.
I was wandering the neighborhood for days and then saw Aussie and Bella in their living-room window, so I hung out there... The Animal Welfare League checked me out and kept me for sixteen days until I was allowed to be adopted. Good evening?
The animal control lady was called and came out to see if I had a chip I.D. with her machine, and Dad told her that he wanted to name me Chance. His reason being, that if no one claimed me, I want to give him a second chance! So that is how I got the name Chance!
Easy as Aussie, Bella, Chance, now you got it!
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