Here in Florida you can bask in the sunshine, spot the occasional alligator, curse the personal injury lawyers who advertise on billboards every two blocks (no this is NOT an exaggeration) and - DRUM ROLL PLEASE- get a seniors discount at age 55! At least at Walgreens. On Tuesdays. Was it the pack of 250 Aleve I brought to the counter that tipped the cashier off? Or the streak of grey running along the center of my head (5 weeks since I last did my roots). As I graciously accepted my 15% discount I remembered the first time Darryl was given a seniors discount. It was a Jiffy Lube, in Florida. He was 53. I was in shock. He WASN'T OLD! I seriously don't even consider my mother a senior. Although I do remember taking her shopping with me on "discount" days. I guess now I don't have to. I am all grown up...Right?
On a boating note, the riggers put the new sails on the boat today. They are extremely crisp and white. (I can't be sure, but I may have seen Darryl caressing them). It will be fun to get them up and see the difference they make to the sailing experience. I am sure it will be quite noticeable because one sail we replaced was thinner than an old bed sheet. It had actually reached the point where it doubled as a hammock. Which wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Except if you needed it as a sail...
Well, it is 11o'clock. I'd better go. Time for bed. I AM, after all, a senior...
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