I have developed a real need for cheetos. I have always found this food to be Styrofoam covered in orange shavings until now and this truly humbles me about changes as we age...
I wont drink juice unless I know its literally freshly squeezed from the fruit right before it is handed to me
About the only times I am not dour is when I am with my animals or in my garden. I really am turning into the cranky old lady of the neighborhood...lol
My fashion sense has gone away. never strong to begin with, I have always been a wild card when it comes to dressing, but nowadays, I dress solely for comfort.
The older I get, the more Me I become. No longer layered in rising to expectation of others and the culture, i am surprising myself with having the courage and audacity of a post menopausal crone
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Pole bachit, a lis chuye.
The field sees, the forest hears
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