  I know I've been inconsistent with my posts, but with the end of summer visitor time, I hope to get back to my mundane life, and writing about it for everyone, who in most cases know all about my life, to read! Now, if only the rest of my loved ones would get back to posting too, all will be right with my world.
Just in case anybody didn't know how quickly people age, on our way to South Carolina with Craig and Lindsey, we stopped for a bathroom break at a Hardee's-and since I hate just using a restaurant's facilities without buying anything-I went to the counter to order a drink. The young, and hopefully blind, clerk, looked right at me, and proceded to ask if I was a senior citizen. Now, as so many in our family have been reminded by Grandma Cooper lately, I know I'm "no spring chicken", but I had really hoped I would not be asked that question EVER! If I ever felt the need to later in my life, I would prefer to be the one asking if an establishment gives senior discount, although I really doubt that will ever happen, given my distaste for such a thing. Today, I hate the phrase "senior citizen". 
