Memories from past
Bring thanksgiving for angels
From our God above
King James Bible – Psalm 91:11
For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways.
Out of a sound sleep I bolted upright. Just before awaking I saw (dreamed?) a car was coming right at me – and I awoke with my heart pounding. What did this mean? Was this the end? I was visiting my daughter in Florida and in a few days I would be headed back to Georgia to pick up my motor home which was being repaired and then go to my brother’s home where my mother was visiting until I returned to take her back to Cape Cod to pack up her belongings and move back to my home in Arizona.
When I finished dressing and was having breakfast with my daughter I felt compelled to tell her
my dream and said, “I just want you to know I love you and Stephanie (my grand-daughter) – just in case you don’t see me again”. The dream was so vivid, so real – I had never experienced a dream like that.
A few days later I had returned to Georgia, picked up my repaired motor home and was ready to start on our long journey to Cape Cod. At this time, mother was 92 years old, and we were traveling with my little Pomeranian , Sushi, and her two cats, Ginger and Pudy Cat. We all piled in the RV and headed on down the Interstate highway, stopping occasionally to stretch our legs, take rest room breaks and gas up.
The second day on the road we were in Virginia and I noticed it was time to refuel, so after pulling into the gas station, Mother said she wanted to go into the small convenient store, which was unusual since we had already visited the restroom before leaving that morning. I helped her into the store and went back to gas up the motor home. When all was taken care of, I went inside to pay the cashier and there was mother paying for a couple of angel figurines she had found and just had to have! After we climbed aboard Mother put her angels in the glove compartment for safe keeping. And we pulled out and headed up the Blue Ridge Parkway.
It was a nice stretch of highway – four lanes, two headed north and two going south, divided by autumn-tinged scenic foliage. We had only been driving about ten miles and I was in the inside left lane when all of a sudden, about two cars in front of me, I saw a red car go flying into the air and come crashing down into the middle of the two lanes. This happened so fast it was like a dream! In what seemed like split seconds, all the cars beside me and in front of me had disappeared and all that was in front of me was a red car, spinning and sliding right towards me. In just that brief second I had to decide, is the car going to slide off the road in time for me not to hit it – or is it going to spin right into me? I waited as long as I could and the car was just a few feet in front of me when I swerved to the left and floored the gas pedal. We made it! And I quickly pulled off the road and looked behind me: the red car had come to rest right in the middle of the road, totally mangled. It evidently had hit the guard rail at the side of the road and ricocheted back into the road. Mother saw a man helping a lady to the side of the road and she was sitting on the highway guard rail. I saw the man who had pulled off in front of me running to the lady with a blanket. We were at the bottom of an incline and looking back could see the cars were backed up about a mile. I called 911 as soon as I saw the victim was being tended to and reported the accident and where we were located.
When Mother and I got back into the motor home and drove off I thanked God and His angels for keeping us safe.
Getting old is an amazing phenomena! I mean, only a person my age can understand how one feels when they reach the “golden years” of mid-70s through 80s. Of course, I’m speaking from my own viewpoint, but having talked to many a person in there late 70s to mid-80s there seems to be universal agreement that it’s an awesome wonder at how we reached such an advanced age! Especially since it was just yesterday (so it seems) that we were in our teens. To a younger person this may seem a trivial or just a passing thought, but to someone my age this is a feeling that is lived each and ever day, usually while in the bathroom staring at that person in the mirror – or at least once a week.
Today on the church bulletin a friend’s birthday was mentioned. After services we had our usual coffee get-together and another friend and I went up to wish her a happy birthday – and then asked how old she was. I figured she was around 82, but it turned out she is now 85! To my eyes she is a well-preserved, hardy, stand-up-tall 85-year-old. But probably to a younger person she looks pretty old. When I arrived home I told my husband it was my friend’s 85th birthday. It’s hard to believe that so many of my friends are in their 80’s! What am I doing running around with a bunch of 80-year-olds?! I remember when mother first moved here at 92 years of age. She absolutely refused to live with me – or my out-of-state brothers, so we checked out all the assisted living facilities. We’d go in, look around, and she’d turn and head on out the door, saying, “I’m not going to live with a bunch of old people”!
Well, I don’t want to belabor this subject, but, oh, one other thing that has changed in my advanced years – even from just one year ago. My face. It had always been my belief that, sure, wrinkles come with age – so what! No way would I even think about plastic surgery to uplift, smooth away, cut away, eradicate or any other type of cosmetric surgery. Hmmm, where did all these wrinkles come from in the last six months??? This will not do! Somehow, I’ve got to get rid of them. Yes, surgery sounds tempting – just a slight nip and tuck under the chin…… no, not worth the pain nor the chance that more wrinkles will follow! But maybe something else – Prep H? Flour and water? I guess the most painless and the best solution is to stop looking at myself in the mirror! I can remember a few years back when driving my mother to the hearing doctor she stopped looking in the visor mirror, turned to me, and said, “Sandra, I want to go to the doctor”. And I said, “What for Mom”? Mother pulled the skin under her chin taut and replied (at 96-years-old), “I want him to get rid of these wrinkles”!
So it is what it is – aging gracefully with a lot of internal dialogue going on that would flabbergast a youngster!
Inertia sets in
Wrinkles pile up, body sags
But onward we go
For more haiku visit Jenn at Sensational Haiku Wednesday.
Wouldn’t you know – I jumped the gun and posted haiku for next week’s prompt! But it seems to go well with family so I am combining them just this once 🙂
As we gather together
For holiday cheer
Christmas is coming
Visions of chocolate candy
Dancing in my head
When New Year arrives
Visions of peace light and love
And hope fill my heart
Would you like to read some more haiku? Go visit Jenn’s Sensational Haiku Wednesday!
Prompt for today is “search” on Sensational Haiku Wednesday. And I couldn’t resist adding a few more haiku about winter – or that I feel are winter-related. *All photos are clip art from MS Office 2007.
Air is dry and crisp
Numbing and chilled to the bone
But where is the snow
Icy snow-capped mountains on
Perfect mirrored lake
High and mighty in the sky
Serene valley floor
Low billowing clouds
Mighty high mounds of snowdrifts
Frigid Arctic air
Here are a couple of interesting articles on avarice in our government: “Debt, Greed and Human Avarice” by Bob Anderson in The Wenatchee World and “”Bipartisan Avarice” and Citizens United in the 2012 Election” by Joyce Arnold in the Taylor Marsh from Washington D.Co.
I am sharing my haiku, Avarice, with Sensational Haiku Wednesday.
now you must listen to us
here line your pockets
your soul is now ours
forget your constituents
you do as we say
You know, income tax rates have varied over the years – but I can never recall there being such a hubbub about it. But for the last four years the Republican party has done their best to thwart anything President Obama has tried to implement. The first big opposition, of course, was to “Obamacare”; and they have fought tooth and nail against returning to the old tax rate “before Bush”. I, for one, am sick of this opposition. The majority of US voting citizens want the president to continue programs that improve our economy, and one of the first is reversing the tax rate on those making more than $250,000. Here is an interesting graphic on the rise and fall of marginal tax rates:
In reference to Obama voter’s support here is a three-part haiku using the word “fierce”.
It was a fierce race
But now that it is over
Reverse the tax rate
On the upper echelon
Be fierce in protest
Raise tax rate mandate speaks or
Walk on Washington
If you’d like to read other “fierce” haiku, visit Jenn’s Sensational Wednesday Haiku