The Lady in the Mirror…

There’s a stranger, a stranger in the mirror, and I’d seen her, every time I looked into the mirror, what’s worse is, that she’d, copied EVERY movement I make, and it’s really, agitating, and I’d even, screamed and shouted for her to stop, but she’d shouted back too!

The lady in the mirror, why is she still there, why doesn’t she just find someone else to pester, to bug?  Why does it have to be me, that she follows around?  Doesn’t she have anything ELSE better to do, than to pester an old lady like me?

not my photograph…

The lady in the mirror, she’s, attacking me now, ouch, she just, pinched me, she’d just, slapped me, assaulted me, I should have the RIGHT to SUE, shouldn’t I???  The lady in the mirror, where did she go?  She’d been gone, since ALL the mirrors got, covered up, and now, I sorta, missed her company………

The lady in the mirror, she’d, vanished, as my children had, covered up all the mirrors in the house (even in the bathrooms!  How am I supposed to know, if I’d put my lipstick on right???), to prevent me from screaming and yelling at that lady in the mirror.

The lady in the mirror, she will one day, go away, as she won’t even know, that those were, her eyes, her nose, her ears, her cheeks one day!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Where Did that White Van Go?

The mysteries of life, translated…

During the time my mother was seriously ill, my husband and I were both teaching in Hualien, and every Friday night after class, we’d driven up the Suhua Freeways up to Taipei, to visit her.

Once as we’d entered onto the ramp of the Suhua Freeways, the skies dimmed down after we’d passed Chong-Der Tunnel, it became, barely visible, and coincidentally, my husband had cataracts, which further obstructed his views.  As we’d passed by a seemingly straight road, but there was actually, a HUGE turn, he’d driven straight.

it’s not at all safe, driving on a pass like this, photo from online…

At this time, there came a white van that had the signals on, and that was when we realized, that it was a cliff up ahead.  My husband immediately slowed down, and followed the van in front and safely passed.  The, following, the strangest thing happened, after he’d turned left, the road was, straight, and there was, NO sign of that van that signaled him to turn left.

So, where, did that white van go?

We’d looked at one another and smiled, and to this day, we still couldn’t figure out why it’d, appeared, and how it’d, vanished so suddenly.  This had, remained a mystery, to this day.

And here’s that section of the freeway, with most of the major accidents talked about in the article, photo from online still…photo from online…

So, perhaps, the white van was a sign from a higher power, steering you and your husband toward the right directions, so you two wouldn’t CRASH the car, or maybe, it’s something grander (like the grand schemes of the universe) that had, saved your lives on that day, you’ll never know.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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My Mother’s Generator

Needing a little EXTRA help, in getting her mother outside, and she’d found the “cure”, her young great grandson, translated…

My mother told me with a straight face, more than once, “Since I was young, I’d hated exercising, and now I’m elderly, I don’t want to move around at all, stop pushing me to!”, my mother, who’s usually elegant, spoken loudly, proclaimed her position to us, it’d made me realized, that I couldn’t convince her, if she didn’t want to be convinced.

My mother at ninety-three, can still take care of her daily living, she’s just, a bit hard of hearing, plus her body is impacted by the years, plus she’s slightly demented, she was overcome with depressive moods a lot; we’d already, worked our best, taken shifts to stay by her side, and coaxed or coerced her, we still couldn’t get her to get out of her home, to have a breath of fresh air.

help put that smile on the elderly’s face again, photo from online…

This day, my three-year-old young grandson had, invited her to his great grandma to the park, and just like usual, my mother declined, and my grandson started howling loud, and, my mother who’d not known what had just happened, but loved her great grandchild too much, she’d, immediately put her shoes on, and allowed him to lead her out of the house.  In the setting sun, the elderly and the young, ninety years apart, walked out onto that track of life, showed me, the beginning and end of life.

I’m very grateful toward my young grandson, helping my mother restart her energies again.  “The old elderly” needed this sort of a generator, hopefully, one day, the scientists will invent this sort of a robot who can have the same effects that the younger generations have on the older adults.

the children can help liven up the lives of the elderly population…photo from online…

So, what motivated this great grandmother was, her young great grandchild, and the child here, played a VITAL role, in getting the elderly woman reactivate again, because as we grow older, we’d become, inclined to lock ourselves in, and sometimes, we just, need this, reach from a young child’s hands, to get us to set foot back, into the outside world again…

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An Old Soul, on Parent-Child Interactions

From the observation of a mother, on her child, translated…

Back then, I’d thought, that an old soul lived in my daughter’s body.  Especially around bedtime, when she’d, begged me to tell her about the global community, the civil wars in Syria, those issues that adults have troubles talking about, I’d always doubted, that this wide-eyed, five-year-old child, is actually, an old lady in a young child’s skin.

Actually, I’d, noted that there’s, this “old soul” inside of my young daughter’s body since the start.  Recalling how the very first time I’d taken her to the ball pools, being just one year old, she’d, stared at the pool worth of colorful balls, and didn’t show any sign of excitement at all, just looked aloof, as my husband and I, placed her in.  Then, we observed her, all alone, as she, soaked in it all alone on her own, watched the other parents as they engaged their own young in a war of plastic balls, with that older-than-her years accusation of how childish the adults were behaving, in the end, we could only, put up our childishness, and fished out our little girl, and head home.

children who are, wise beyond their years..picture from online…

When my daughter turned two, we took her to the music clock.  The attractive clock hung there, outside the entrance of the malls, with the puppets popping out by the hours, dancing around, with the “It’s a Small World” playing.  As I was getting into the mood, singing along with the other kids, “it’s a small world after all!”, I’d taken a look at my own daughter, she’d minced her lips, and studied each and every of the puppets that came out, as if, she was trying, to determine what made them dance.  The elegant clock, in her careful examination of it, got turned back to the lifeless machine that it once was, and, it’d made it harder, for me, to live in the moment of this short fantasy, so I can only, return myself BACK to reality, and explained to her, how the physics of the clock worked.

At around three, her younger brother was born.  The old soul became, suddenly, burst out with maternal love, she’d called herself, his “Young stepmom”, had she not been able-bodied enough, otherwise, she would’ve changed my younger son’s diaper herself.  When my son was around one year of age, he’d contracted the cold virus, and passed it on to the rest of us, that time, my body became, so totally, wiped out.  My daughter who’d been clingy, after she’d recovered from the cold, she’d agreed to her grandmother’s offer, gone out with her grandmother and the rest of the relatives for a three-day, two-night trip away.  After she’d come back, based off my mother, other than the meals, the ventures, and sleep, she’d spent the rest of the time crying.  I couldn’t understand it, so I’d asked my daughter, “”If you missed home so much, why did you go?”,  she’d replied, “Because I know you’re very fatigued, so I’d, forced myself to go out, so you wouldn’t have to look after me.”, then added, “This, is the grandest kind of love I can give you and younger brother.

look into those eyes so deep…not my photo still…

This stubborn little old lady, she was originally very fragile, but for the sake of the rest of us, presented herself as very strong.  Her intellect, and early maturing, awed me, and it’d made my heartache, I can’t help but wonder, “Hmmmmmm, whose temperament did this child take after?”, being not-yet-five, without thinking for another second, she’d stated, “I’m like myself!”

Yup, this old soul, is like NO other, just herself, or rather, every child’s soul is, unique.  As a mother, I only need to, quietly, accompany by, and allow her, to grow at her own pace, or perhaps, grow younger as she grows up, I suppose.

So, this, is how “ripened” this young child is, and there are children who are born this way, there’s, that old soul, living inside their bodies, and we don’t really know why, but these children are usually very sensitive, very observant, and they’re, easily affected by the emotions of everybody else around them, so, in order to help these children grow up safe and sound, their adult counterparts needed to be, more than stable too.

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The Bank Teller Gave Up $300,000N.T. as the Robbers Took Hostages to Save Their Lives

This teller had, made the RIGHT CALLS, after all, which one’s more precious, money, of human lives???  From the Front Page Sections, translated…

The Bank Robbers Took the Female Worker of the Police Squad Hostage, Then Threw a Shopping Bag to the Counter, the Whole Process Took Only One Minute, the Rui-Xing Subbranch Wasn’t Equipped with Police Forces, the Robbers Came Prepared

A Robber with a Helmet and a Bandana Covering Up His Face Entered into the Shihlin Branch of Rui-Xing Bank, Took a Client, Liu Hostage ,Then Tossed a Shopping Bag onto the Counter, Hollered, “Everybody Give Up Your Valuables”, the Teller Worried that Harm May Come to the Hostage, She’d Thrown $300,000N.T. in Cash into the Bags, the Robber Got Away with the Bags, on a Motorcycle.

The police told, the robber was around twenty years of age, and took only ONE minute to rob the bank, based off of how leisurely he’d walked into the bank, and selecting the noon hour, as there are not that many tellers on duty, it seemed that it’s, a planned incident.

mostly waht thse robbers want is just money, and if you give it to them, then, chances are, they wouldn’t, harm you…photo from online…

The police investigated, that at around one in the afternoon yesterday, a slim robber of about 170 centimeters tall, dressed in black t-shirt, jeans, and a helmet over his head, as well as a face mask, with industrial gloves entered into the Rui-Xing Business Bank in Shihlin.  He’d marched up to the counter, and got close to the woman, Liu who was making a withdraw, then flashed the knife, put it against Liu’s neck, then tossed the bag into the counters.

The robber said to the bank teller, “Give me all your money!”, the teller immediately placed $30,000N.T. in cash into the bags; the robber immediately ran out of the bank, got on the getaway motorcycle he’d stolen awhile ago, but shortly thereafter, he’d ditched the motorcycle at the side of the road, and took a cab to get away.

Liu was a secretary of the Police unit’s sixth squad, taking her lunch break, to sort through her financial matters at the bank during her lunch hour; as the police arrived, she was still in shock.  She said, that as she was being taken hostage, she was very scared, and nervous, that she didn’t take a mental note of what the robber looked like.

The manager of the Rui-Xing Bank in Shihlin, Hong pointed out, that because the bank at the location was smaller scaled, they’d not hired a security guard; as the teller saw the robber closing in on Liu, she thought he was Liu’s friend, until the robber attacked, that was when she realized, that something was off, immediately, she’d tossed the money into the bags; after the robber got away, the teller pressed the emergency button, and the officers arrived in three minutes’ time.

He said, back then, there were three customers who were in the bank, and in order to protect the customers, that was why the teller grabbed a stack of bills and handed it to the robber, and, just as the teller had hoped, he’d taken the money, and ran off, the clients and the teller were unharmed.

After the robbery, the bank rolled down the steel doors halfway, but still opened for business until 3:30 in the afternoon, the police already reviewed the evidence, and called up the owner of the stolen getaway motorcycle that the robber had ridden off in to clarify the details of the case.

So, this is when a human life IS worth MORE than money, and, in these cases, the robbers just wanted money, and if you gave them what they wanted, then, chances will be, that they wouldn’t harm the innocents, and the teller was very brave, in that she’d remained calm throughout the incident, and she’d managed, to keep the customer from being harmed too.

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Leaving Your Bed for Mine…

Leaving your bed for mine, that, is what he’d wanted to do, isn’t it?  Well, there was a time, that I’d, wanted, nothing MORE than just that, but now, I’m, no longer, that certain, that this, is what’s, rightfully M-I-N-E (and yes, I am, THAT possessive!!!).

Leaving your bed for mine, but why would he, huh?  Is it something that I offer to him that’s better than what you got?  Or, is it just in the natures of that man, to CHEAT, in ALL male species across the “board” of ALL things living, to fuck around?

all you’ll ever see, is the BACKSIDE of the man you THOUGHT you loed, not my photograph…

Leaving your bed for mine, don’t even bother, this B&B&F(uck!), is CLOSED, FOREVER!  I don’t NEED this, I thought I’d, needed someone, to love me, to PROVE my worth, but, each and every time he’d left my bed, I’d felt, so awful, so guilty, for hurting, his wife!

Leaving your bed for mine?  Get REAL, this BED, is CLOSED, besides, I’d found me someone (actually, it’s, TWO someones!) new, who’ll, keep me warm, throughout these, cold, winter nights, and, they’re both, committed to me, they both, LOVE me unconditionally, showed me emotional support when I’m down, and they didn’t have to say any word at all, just lay there, by my feet, quietly, accompanying by………

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Butterfly with the Broken Wings

I saw one this morn, on my way to get my newspaper, it was just, standing still, on the leaves of the trees outside, maybe, it’s resting, or perhaps, waiting, for death???  I wouldn’t know!

Butterfly with the broken wings, what happened to you, darling, did you barely get away, with your breaths, from being preyed on by a big bird (or a small one, who knows???)?  I can only imagine the trials you’d gone through, and, perhaps, you’d found that special butterfly boy or girl, and mated with her/him, and so now, your life is, about to end, and you’re just, laying down and die, I wouldn’t know…

butterfly with the broken wings 的圖片結果not dead yet!  Photo found online…

Butterfly with the broken wings, I see that you’d been, damaged, with the wings, torn off, jagged right ‘round the sides, and, you wouldn’t, make that good a specimen, so, chances are, that even AFTER you’d “passed on”, nobody’s going to give a DAMN about a little butterfly with the torn up wings like you, but know this, someone on this god DAMN F***ING (maxed out on ALL my “swear words”, remember???) EARTH gives a DAMN, I’d noticed you, struggling, for your final seconds to minutes of life………

Butterfly with a broken wing, you don’t have to worry now, you can just, swallow that, final breath in you, come what may, and, I shall, keep you in my heart, my mind, and my memories, of this, strange, but not-so-strange-at-all encounter I’d had with you, on my way, to get my morning papers today.

what happened to you, why did you get broken???  Photo from online…

It’s weird, how I’d, noticed these things around me………

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