I have written the blog which is somewhat as much a diary of the last six months of my life. I have decided to end today as I did this out of curiosity to see who would read it.
What is it to age in this era. I think the best way is to keep fit and age as well as one can. I feel that the Boomers life is somewhere between useful and useless depending on who they are trying to relate to as children or older people. It basically comes down to self worth.
This discussion has been going on between myself and my friend for months. Her Mother in law is now over ninety years old and has to go into a care. It is a revelation for my friend. It is also a spectre for her.
Our discussions have ranged from how her in law can no longer live on her own. Maybe this is something particular to western culture. We have gone beyond our traditional values of caring for aging family in the home. Woman who are expected to work raise children, care for the home and aging family members.
I have discovered the obvious answer is due to ill health. A never ending issue as we age. My friend and her partner have gone to their holiday trailer and Mother in law is being cared for by woman who come in to help her in the home. Next a six week break in a nursing home to wait for permanent accommodation.
As proactive as you can be about aging being on your own or in your own home can only last unless you are blessed and you reach you late eighties. It is in the genes and personality.
So I get ready to close my blog as the trees bloom at the front of my house and life goes on. that was in a song. Oh bloodi oh blooda lalala and life goes one.
Here is to all our Mulberry Daze may they hold the promise of a warm fire and a glass of sherry or something warming. My friends still call and there still be sweet music in the air. .........
Mulberry is a character in a dark comedy who is the son of death and his mother is spring. He has been given the task of helping people at the end of their lives. He feels sorry for them. I thought it an appropriate title. The third stage or epoch of life is one you want to make the most of your days and as Shakespeare says,'Don't go milling and puking into the night'. I think he was saying make the most of time, have fun, try to keep yourself young.
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Cars, Visiting offspring, Jobs, Witness, Time to revive talent.
Cars, I seem to have a weakness for hanging on to cars till the bitter end. My old Bonneville, a Pontiac has been through the ravages of time. So much needs to be repaired that it is almost time to say goodbye.
The body looks good but the engine is eating gas. The outlay for a newer car is also a pressing problem.
I feel I should go and see a man I trust at the dealership where it was purchased and ask the inevitable question, is it worth the repair? Who knows, but I bet it is a three thousand dollar repair? Poor old girl!
My eldest offspring in visiting. I was somewhat annoyed at before came home. I just had a day that even I couldn't have predicted. Offspring is struggling to come to terms with the pressure to reach an academic goal and worry at the same time about future career. The studies he is doing is in the old country. The work seems that it might come in the future from there but he feels that it is under paid. My suggestion is possible the other side of the globe if he can get a job. I say write to the university and see what they say about positions. The eldest offspring carry the load of the family pride.
All I can say is it beats where my father went to school as a young man at the back of a hay fork on a farm. He returned to school and got his junior matriculation. My Father was proud of that accomplishment. I tell offspring who is headed for a doctorate but. Go due something else if you want to, the answer well it is too late. I say not to late at thirty to late at sixty. I will have a holiday when visit is over.
Jobs now other offspring partner maybe headed out of town for a job in States. Partner very artistic but still young. It is a worry, one offspring is losing partner. This one is returning to school and the friend is going out of town. I never knew raising family so much concern. Can't imagine what people felt 100 years ago when family left for new country which is what happen to my Grandmother as a ten year old left her Mother with family for North America. How awful to never see her family again. At least we have Internet.
Driving home today from a family outing I was about to make a turn on to a faster road and a car turning at the light didn't see a SUV travelling up a hill at a slight higher rate of speed. The light was yellow when the one car made the turn then bang! The grey sedan the front end was all over the road. The radiator was smashed and the bumper was off. From where we were looking from it was over in an instance.
A drive behind the grey car jumped out and started to blame the SUV driver. I said it is too late and tried to find out if both parties were all right. Then I said to them call the police and waited a few more minutes but gave me information to the driver who had been hit. Then left.
It was a bad intersection and a driver in a SUV who probably had his foot down on the gas going up a hill.
As soon as I got back the police officer called and wanted a statement. I told her what I saw and she asked would I be willing to go to court well since I was the only other witness I said yes but hope like heck it does not come to that. Basically driver's drive too fast and our roads give them the option, The roads are wide with double lanes so they take advantage of it.
I am going to make this my second last blog as Saturday is the day I have been leading up to for the last six months.
I have booked a table for the race track which is full since it is 'Kentucky Derby Day' and they will broadcast the race. I will just enjoy our horses race. Having a grandparent who was a jockey and a Dad who wanted to be one. I am a horse lover and love the races.
I am keeping my fingers crossed for a better table as I called and booked late. Lunch is part of the day.
I have to say we have one of the best tracks on this side of the Atlantic. A tradition to maintain.
Our champion was Northern Dancer and a true winner in his day. His statue is outside the track watching everyone who enters and he is still getting his picture taken.
The body looks good but the engine is eating gas. The outlay for a newer car is also a pressing problem.
I feel I should go and see a man I trust at the dealership where it was purchased and ask the inevitable question, is it worth the repair? Who knows, but I bet it is a three thousand dollar repair? Poor old girl!
My eldest offspring in visiting. I was somewhat annoyed at before came home. I just had a day that even I couldn't have predicted. Offspring is struggling to come to terms with the pressure to reach an academic goal and worry at the same time about future career. The studies he is doing is in the old country. The work seems that it might come in the future from there but he feels that it is under paid. My suggestion is possible the other side of the globe if he can get a job. I say write to the university and see what they say about positions. The eldest offspring carry the load of the family pride.
All I can say is it beats where my father went to school as a young man at the back of a hay fork on a farm. He returned to school and got his junior matriculation. My Father was proud of that accomplishment. I tell offspring who is headed for a doctorate but. Go due something else if you want to, the answer well it is too late. I say not to late at thirty to late at sixty. I will have a holiday when visit is over.
Jobs now other offspring partner maybe headed out of town for a job in States. Partner very artistic but still young. It is a worry, one offspring is losing partner. This one is returning to school and the friend is going out of town. I never knew raising family so much concern. Can't imagine what people felt 100 years ago when family left for new country which is what happen to my Grandmother as a ten year old left her Mother with family for North America. How awful to never see her family again. At least we have Internet.
Driving home today from a family outing I was about to make a turn on to a faster road and a car turning at the light didn't see a SUV travelling up a hill at a slight higher rate of speed. The light was yellow when the one car made the turn then bang! The grey sedan the front end was all over the road. The radiator was smashed and the bumper was off. From where we were looking from it was over in an instance.
A drive behind the grey car jumped out and started to blame the SUV driver. I said it is too late and tried to find out if both parties were all right. Then I said to them call the police and waited a few more minutes but gave me information to the driver who had been hit. Then left.
It was a bad intersection and a driver in a SUV who probably had his foot down on the gas going up a hill.
As soon as I got back the police officer called and wanted a statement. I told her what I saw and she asked would I be willing to go to court well since I was the only other witness I said yes but hope like heck it does not come to that. Basically driver's drive too fast and our roads give them the option, The roads are wide with double lanes so they take advantage of it.
I am going to make this my second last blog as Saturday is the day I have been leading up to for the last six months.
I have booked a table for the race track which is full since it is 'Kentucky Derby Day' and they will broadcast the race. I will just enjoy our horses race. Having a grandparent who was a jockey and a Dad who wanted to be one. I am a horse lover and love the races.
I am keeping my fingers crossed for a better table as I called and booked late. Lunch is part of the day.
I have to say we have one of the best tracks on this side of the Atlantic. A tradition to maintain.
Our champion was Northern Dancer and a true winner in his day. His statue is outside the track watching everyone who enters and he is still getting his picture taken.
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