Good Mornin’ Peepers,

Do you like to wash the dishes?
I find it’s better to tackle a task you dislike before rejoicing in fav activities.

Often while hands immersed in suds grannie’s brain suggests writing topics.
Today the word ‘burnout’ wandered thru then double backed twice over.

Okay you win!!
Via determination you earned the spotlight, entitlement to Thursday’s blog

Grannie will be back soon. 😁

Enroute to access ‘Word Hippo’ to read the chosen definitions for bit of assistance.
The list is small with only five meanings and sure enough the first one is relevant.

Neither pop o wheelies (spinning tires-burning rubber) nor short-circuiting of an
electrical device nor aeronautics nor slang applied; the psychological explanation
made sense, the all-time winner.

Ahead find ways to combat the experience of long-term exhaustion plus occasional
diminished interest of one’s fun hobbies or work-related career thru avoidance.

Thanks for reading, Grannie 👩🏻‍🦳

TMP106: Overexplaining

The ‘lack of comments’ has become a pet peeve of mine.

As with other social media platforms I’ve found bloggers form cliques.

To relish in genuine comments left from me followed by spamming my
blog posts is an absolute insult to my intelligence.

In the future I shall refrain from leaving nice feedback to those to whom
my pet peeve applies rather read their posts and bypass (not even a like).

True friendship is a two-way street even in the virtual world and one
which I’ve always adhered to in Blogosphere.

TMP106: Overexplaining

Share Your World-29th May

Questions and Answers
1. If money were no object, what would be your ideal holiday?
Ans:  a month in Paris viewing sites-enjoying French cuisine and
speaking La Langue de Francais

2. Do you save for a holiday or put it on plastic to pay later?
Ans:  always saved for vacations – no chance to overspend nor
worry about a surprise bill in the future

3. Have you ever been on a cruise?
Ans:  no – never been my cup of tea

4. Do you send postcards or buy mementos?
Ans:  both



She was age 56 and she didn’t look her age.

Retired and in a relationship with a man much younger she found herself
trying to fill up her days while her partner was at work.

Her new schedule consisted of 2 days working with a personal trainer at
the local gym, an afternoon quilting class mid-week plus one day to be
devoted to weekly chores.

She pondered ‘what to do’ on the extra day.

Skimming through the senior center’s monthly newsletter she decided on
the activity, Bingo.

Now the fun begins for the gal who suffers from anxiety and depression,
who doesn’t know a soul at the senior center.

She signs in, purchases 4 Bingo cards to use. At twenty-five cents per card
she thinks this is quite a bargain for a morning of fun with potential for win.

As she scans the large room to find an empty table, a man arises from his seat
to question the Activity Director.

“What is she doing here?”

Answer to him:  “Being age 56 she’s allowed as the minimum age requirement
is 55.”

At the end of the morning the Activity Director approached the new Bingo player
sharing the man’s inquisitiveness.

“Really, what woman claims to be older than her age”, a statement to which both
ladies shared a good chuckle.

The newbie was taken back a bit by the man’s question, one she’d heard before
in life, one which didn’t exactly sit well as who likes to feel unwanted without
valid reason.

It wasn’t her fault she looked younger in years; she’d led a healthy lifestyle.

To fix the issue the ‘older in years’ male had with her becoming a new member
she did a little ‘Tit-for-Tat’.

Each Thursday thereafter after purchase of her Bingo cards she made a point to
wish the man a cordial good morning followed by lovely day, 100% positivity.

True, twas a bit of quid pro quo.  In retrospect, me thinks one’s gotta love the
woman’s tactics dealing with the squawker.