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  1. Canada and Alberta celebrate groundbreaking for housing for seniors in Bassano

    BASSANO, AB, Sept. 18, 2026 /CNW/ — Far too many Canadians are struggling to find homes they can…
    #Canada #CanadaMortgageandHousingCorporation(CMHC) #CanadianProvincialGovernment #diversity #Equity&Inclusion #realestate #ResidentialRealEstate #SeniorCitizens
    europesays.com/canada/216298/

  2. Sanofi partners with USA Pickleball to launch “Serve Up Protection” campaign to help protect older adults from COVID-19 with NUVAXOVID™

    Despite their risk of serious illness from COVID-19, nearly 70% of adults 65 and older remain unvaccinated, in…
    #France #FR #Europe #EU #Sanofi #ClinicalTrials&MedicalDiscoveries #GeneralSports #HealthCare&Hospitals #Infectioncontrol #Licensing #MedicalPharmaceuticals #Pharmaceuticals #seniorcitizens #USAPickleball
    europesays.com/france/77362/

  3. Experiencing Upper Mustang in Nepal

    June 1-3, 2026. It was my first visit to Lo Manthang, Upper Mustang. The two-day journey, people I met along the way, places I stopped by, and the culture I experienced widened the horizon of my consciousness. Like Ernest Hemingway says that travel should be “a deeply personal experience,” it remained so. It not only became a physical journey, but also mental, psychological, and emotional one, like what Rainer Maria Rilke suggests in The Only Journey is the One Within — “the most […]

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  4. Experiencing Upper Mustang in Nepal

    June 1-3, 2026. It was my first visit to Lo Manthang, Upper Mustang. The two-day journey, people I met along the way, places I stopped by, and the culture I experienced widened the horizon of my consciousness. Like Ernest Hemingway says that travel should be “a deeply personal experience,” it remained so. It not only became a physical journey, but also mental, psychological, and emotional one, like what Rainer Maria Rilke suggests in The Only Journey is the One Within — “the most […]

    tulasiacharya.wordpress.com/20

  5. I’m a geriatrician — the 10-second test adults should give their parents

    Your parents’ health may hang in the balance. Falls are the leading cause of fatal and nonfatal injuries…
    #NewsBeep #News #US #USA #UnitedStates #UnitedStatesOfAmerica #Healthcare #aging #balance #Health #seniorcitizens #seniors
    newsbeep.com/us/816930/

  6. I’m a geriatrician — the 10-second test adults should give their parents

    Your parents’ health may hang in the balance. Falls are the leading cause of fatal and nonfatal injuries…
    #NewsBeep #News #US #USA #UnitedStates #UnitedStatesOfAmerica #Healthcare #aging #balance #Health #seniorcitizens #seniors
    newsbeep.com/us/816930/

  7. Senior citizens endure long wait for promised support
    Her experience reflects a fundamental question: Are senior citizens, especially centenarians, actually receiving the support promised to them?
    The post Senior citizens endure long wait for promised support appeared first on Bulatlat.
    bulatlat.com/2026/08/08/senior

    #bulatlat #philippines #EconomicandSocioCulturalRights #JudyTaguiwalo #Seniorcitizens

  8. Good morning. 🌴🐚🐬

    7 August 2026

    My wife and I are heading out for our annual immunizations today. Hmm… that really does sound like something only a senior citizen would say, doesn’t it. Still, it feels like an outing—an adventure, even. We have somewhere to go, something on the calendar, a mission.

    I haven’t made it down to the senior center yet, though I’ve been thinking about sticking my head in. My wife went once and told me we should go together, but she’s never mentioned it again. Evidently the lady she went with had been banned from the center. I’m not sure what the official charge was, but my wife said it had something to do with her allegedly taking an artificial plant—and apparently she was a repeat offender. The police even showed up while my wife was there. I mean honestly, how do you get banned from a senior center?

    I don’t think that woman is part of my wife’s gang, the Sew Crazy Quilters—the local quilting guild. They’re a wild bunch, but I haven’t heard of any of them getting kicked out of the senior center. I always picture them in denim vests with a quilted sewing machine on the back and a tiny embroidered “QG” in the corner. Naturally, “Sew Crazy” would be stitched in an arc over the top like a biker patch.

    Every so often they go on what’s called a shop hop—a list of quilting shops scattered across the region, sometimes pretty far out. The goal is to visit each shop, collect a token, and sign in. I suppose it’s not entirely unlike a bar hop or a poker run that motorcyclists do, just with more fabric and fewer leather vests.

    And so our day’s big mission comes to a gentle, well‑stitched close.

    “You know you're getting old when you stoop to tie your shoelaces and wonder what else you could do while you're down there.” — George Burns

    Old age is not so bad when you consider the alternative.” — Maurice Chevalier

    #photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #wildlife #nature #morning #birds #quilters #seniorcitizens

  9. Good morning. 🌴🐚🐬

    7 August 2026

    My wife and I are heading out for our annual immunizations today. Hmm… that really does sound like something only a senior citizen would say, doesn’t it. Still, it feels like an outing—an adventure, even. We have somewhere to go, something on the calendar, a mission.

    I haven’t made it down to the senior center yet, though I’ve been thinking about sticking my head in. My wife went once and told me we should go together, but she’s never mentioned it again. Evidently the lady she went with had been banned from the center. I’m not sure what the official charge was, but my wife said it had something to do with her allegedly taking an artificial plant—and apparently she was a repeat offender. The police even showed up while my wife was there. I mean honestly, how do you get banned from a senior center?

    I don’t think that woman is part of my wife’s gang, the Sew Crazy Quilters—the local quilting guild. They’re a wild bunch, but I haven’t heard of any of them getting kicked out of the senior center. I always picture them in denim vests with a quilted sewing machine on the back and a tiny embroidered “QG” in the corner. Naturally, “Sew Crazy” would be stitched in an arc over the top like a biker patch.

    Every so often they go on what’s called a shop hop—a list of quilting shops scattered across the region, sometimes pretty far out. The goal is to visit each shop, collect a token, and sign in. I suppose it’s not entirely unlike a bar hop or a poker run that motorcyclists do, just with more fabric and fewer leather vests.

    And so our day’s big mission comes to a gentle, well‑stitched close.

    “You know you're getting old when you stoop to tie your shoelaces and wonder what else you could do while you're down there.” — George Burns

    Old age is not so bad when you consider the alternative.” — Maurice Chevalier

    #photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #wildlife #nature #morning #birds #quilters #seniorcitizens

  10. Good morning. 🌴🐚🐬

    7 August 2026

    My wife and I are heading out for our annual immunizations today. Hmm… that really does sound like something only a senior citizen would say, doesn’t it. Still, it feels like an outing—an adventure, even. We have somewhere to go, something on the calendar, a mission.

    I haven’t made it down to the senior center yet, though I’ve been thinking about sticking my head in. My wife went once and told me we should go together, but she’s never mentioned it again. Evidently the lady she went with had been banned from the center. I’m not sure what the official charge was, but my wife said it had something to do with her allegedly taking an artificial plant—and apparently she was a repeat offender. The police even showed up while my wife was there. I mean honestly, how do you get banned from a senior center?

    I don’t think that woman is part of my wife’s gang, the Sew Crazy Quilters—the local quilting guild. They’re a wild bunch, but I haven’t heard of any of them getting kicked out of the senior center. I always picture them in denim vests with a quilted sewing machine on the back and a tiny embroidered “QG” in the corner. Naturally, “Sew Crazy” would be stitched in an arc over the top like a biker patch.

    Every so often they go on what’s called a shop hop—a list of quilting shops scattered across the region, sometimes pretty far out. The goal is to visit each shop, collect a token, and sign in. I suppose it’s not entirely unlike a bar hop or a poker run that motorcyclists do, just with more fabric and fewer leather vests.

    And so our day’s big mission comes to a gentle, well‑stitched close.

    “You know you're getting old when you stoop to tie your shoelaces and wonder what else you could do while you're down there.” — George Burns

    Old age is not so bad when you consider the alternative.” — Maurice Chevalier

    #photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #wildlife #nature #morning #birds #quilters #seniorcitizens

  11. Good morning. 🌴🐚🐬

    7 August 2026

    My wife and I are heading out for our annual immunizations today. Hmm… that really does sound like something only a senior citizen would say, doesn’t it. Still, it feels like an outing—an adventure, even. We have somewhere to go, something on the calendar, a mission.

    I haven’t made it down to the senior center yet, though I’ve been thinking about sticking my head in. My wife went once and told me we should go together, but she’s never mentioned it again. Evidently the lady she went with had been banned from the center. I’m not sure what the official charge was, but my wife said it had something to do with her allegedly taking an artificial plant—and apparently she was a repeat offender. The police even showed up while my wife was there. I mean honestly, how do you get banned from a senior center?

    I don’t think that woman is part of my wife’s gang, the Sew Crazy Quilters—the local quilting guild. They’re a wild bunch, but I haven’t heard of any of them getting kicked out of the senior center. I always picture them in denim vests with a quilted sewing machine on the back and a tiny embroidered “QG” in the corner. Naturally, “Sew Crazy” would be stitched in an arc over the top like a biker patch.

    Every so often they go on what’s called a shop hop—a list of quilting shops scattered across the region, sometimes pretty far out. The goal is to visit each shop, collect a token, and sign in. I suppose it’s not entirely unlike a bar hop or a poker run that motorcyclists do, just with more fabric and fewer leather vests.

    And so our day’s big mission comes to a gentle, well‑stitched close.

    “You know you're getting old when you stoop to tie your shoelaces and wonder what else you could do while you're down there.” — George Burns

    Old age is not so bad when you consider the alternative.” — Maurice Chevalier

    #photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #wildlife #nature #morning #birds #quilters #seniorcitizens

  12. Good morning. 🌴🐚🐬

    7 August 2026

    My wife and I are heading out for our annual immunizations today. Hmm… that really does sound like something only a senior citizen would say, doesn’t it. Still, it feels like an outing—an adventure, even. We have somewhere to go, something on the calendar, a mission.

    I haven’t made it down to the senior center yet, though I’ve been thinking about sticking my head in. My wife went once and told me we should go together, but she’s never mentioned it again. Evidently the lady she went with had been banned from the center. I’m not sure what the official charge was, but my wife said it had something to do with her allegedly taking an artificial plant—and apparently she was a repeat offender. The police even showed up while my wife was there. I mean honestly, how do you get banned from a senior center?

    I don’t think that woman is part of my wife’s gang, the Sew Crazy Quilters—the local quilting guild. They’re a wild bunch, but I haven’t heard of any of them getting kicked out of the senior center. I always picture them in denim vests with a quilted sewing machine on the back and a tiny embroidered “QG” in the corner. Naturally, “Sew Crazy” would be stitched in an arc over the top like a biker patch.

    Every so often they go on what’s called a shop hop—a list of quilting shops scattered across the region, sometimes pretty far out. The goal is to visit each shop, collect a token, and sign in. I suppose it’s not entirely unlike a bar hop or a poker run that motorcyclists do, just with more fabric and fewer leather vests.

    And so our day’s big mission comes to a gentle, well‑stitched close.

    “You know you're getting old when you stoop to tie your shoelaces and wonder what else you could do while you're down there.” — George Burns

    Old age is not so bad when you consider the alternative.” — Maurice Chevalier

    #photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #wildlife #nature #morning #birds #quilters #seniorcitizens