This morning, I broke my reading glasses, first thing. So I went to the dollar store and bought four pairs for seven bucks. The lady insisted that I pick from her private collection which was under the counter. These glasses were two bucks each instead of one. Oh well, what's a little splurge on a girl's 60th birthday? In my younger, pre-senior days, I would have taken the glasses-breaking-thing as an omen of doom. But today I saw it as an opportunity to get reading specs in a variety of colors. They'll match the bedazzled sweat suits that are on my bucket list which includes among other things, bus trips to yarn factories, sing-a-longs, bingo games, mall walking, visits to the Experimental Farm to take in some corn shucking demonstrations and flower arranging. Oh, let me clarify. That's the bucket list of things I have no intention of doing now that I've entered the sixth decade. I'm not that kind of senior. I am an arrested 17-year-old who can...
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