Planning for the Silver Years

I see facilities for Aged care in Australia that are nice. Pretty enough for the un-aged to want to live there if it were age-appropriate. Why do people end up in homes like these? I find myself wondering as I got old enough to think about that as an option for me. I see older relatives around me fall sick, have surgeries and some don’t wake up after. How does one manage?

There was a debate I found myself drawn in with great reluctance when I first got married about having children. We don’t have any and it was a choice we made, not one that was trusted upon us. Nobody understood why. We were mercilessly bombarded with questions, told of terrible consequences that await us as we got older and we were branded as selfish killjoys. They gave us a hard time. At one point, I was pointedly asked about the reproductive state of my ovaries. I laugh now. 

It was a case of traditions and vastly different viewpoints but mostly, they couldn’t accept that we were bucking the trend. Their fixation could only be changed with time, particularly when the primary persons responsible for the task of spawning young were not having any of it. 

That was all in the past. They gave up and we sorta won the dark fight because I have gone past the fertility window. Peace returned to the selfish killjoys. But one lingering thought remained.

I hate to eat my words but are children necessary just so one can age in peace? I worry. Sure, it is nice to have people you love around you when you need them. I saw that firsthand when a beloved aunt passed recently. But people around her then were not children. She was single. The people who made time to take care of her were very close friends and relatives. So the advice once given linking children and old age is completely illogical. You don’t need them to age in peace. In certain situations, it is probably better not to have any around. We were not wrong to stick to our guns afterall. Relationships you build, no matter kin or not, is what counts. 
I have a very small number of good friends. I only need one hand to count and it does not come up to the full hand – like an introvert should. While it is nice to know we’d have people to grow old with, I am not sure they are in shape enough to take care of themselves, much less others. So, I look to the option of aged care. They usually cost a bomb. 

At some point in the future, the silver industry is going to hit its peak. Before then, businesses related to it would sprout up. I hope aged care is one that is going to be well-developed and it will hit its prime as we arrive there as well. 

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Quote that means a Lot

I have not read any book written by Albert Camus because I think I might not finish any. Time is needed to digest his books and I am not sure if I can read anymore textbooks. Heh. 

There is a quote of his though that struck a cord with me and has stayed so for a long time. I happened to be snapping pictures by Derwent River in Hobart and came across a scene that reminded me of the quote.

I played with the photo editor to see what magic I could cast and here it is.

Quite pleased. 


©️NoMadSojourn2017

K-drama Fever

So I have been watching Korean dramas for awhile, about 7 years now if we are counting. I have also been a rabid reader of recaps on dramabeans, news and gossip on soompi about the shows that I watch; naturally, the stars too. It has become a habit that is hard to break. 

 The interest I have in these seemingly shallow subjects is borne from the style of writing I discovered that I liked a lot in the blog. While it is not Science Magazine, there are witty pieces that reflect thoughts and appreciation for the art that is Kdrama, littered with onomatopoeia, puns and innuendos. 

In my early days, I read them to try to understand what I was watching. After a bit, I started to read them to pick what to watch because I found myself nodding along to the words on the pages – I had the same laughs, angst and thoughts about how the hair on the lead was so incredibly ugly. It is almost as if they read my mind. Nowadays, I do the choosing. By genre, storyline, then swarmy actors. Heh. It is imperative that I like the leads because I will be rooting for them and they need to be (deemed by me) worthy of time put in for a win-win. 

I never admitted openly to watching Kdramas at first because it was such an ajumma thing to do. I was not one, didn’t think I would be one until the big 4-0 fell on my face one day. Also, I was embarrassed about idolizing actors who were two-thirds my age and squealing silently in ajumma-ish triumph *fist pump* when the leads finally get together after much makjang. 

The storylines are frankly not a lot to shout about typically, but there are some that surprise and stand out. I watch rom-coms and fantasy – the ones I have enjoyed thus far combined both elements, no matter modern or period. I was surfing one day and came across a text that reminded me of a good Kdrama I have seen:


 It’s saccharine-sweet one frame, then shows the worst of society the next. The ups and downs are easy to identify with since Asian societies are culturally similar, and absolutely entertaining as they dramatize the heck out of situations.
They are very successful at it with wave after wave of dramas hitting shores worldwide. Coupled with Kpop, it is easy to see why they hog headlines in the entertainment space. 

Weird and Wonderful Expressions 

I came across a social media space that has a collection of words, that when one is lost for words, gives one the ability to accurately express oneself mostly in languages other than one’s own. 

Quite interesting, considering that they have a word to so aptly describe me in bed. *devilish grin* 


If you find beauty in all things, you are a philocalist.

If you are leading a life unbounded by convention, you are being datsukozu.

The distinct smell of rain when it falls to the dry, warm ground is petrichor.

If you find comfort in the darkness, you have nyctophilia.

If you have dysania, you would find it difficult to get out of bed each morning.

When you are in a scurryfunge, you are madly cleaning up when a guest is on his way over.

For more, google Wordstuck.

The strangest one I have seen (and is ridiculous to pronounce):

Sharing: A poem about Technology 

This should be something only those born in the late seventies and earlier can fully appreciate. 

Autographed and in Rare books collection @ Powell Books, Portland


Remember WhenJames Huggins

A computer was something on TV

From a sci fi show of note.

A window was something you hated to clean

And ram was the cousin of goat.
Meg was the name of my girlfriend

And gig was a job for the nights.

Now they all mean different things

And that really mega bytes.
An application was for employment.

A program was a TV show.

A curser used profanity.

A keyboard was a piano.
Memory was something that you lost with age.

A CD was a bank account.

And if you had a 3 1/2″ floppy

You hoped nobody found out.
Compress was something you did to the garbage

Not something you did to a file.

And if you unzipped anything in public

You’d be in jail for a while.
Log on was adding wood to the fire.

Hard drive was a long trip on the road.

A mouse pad was where a mouse lived.

And a backup happened to your commode.
Cut you did with a pocket knife.

Paste you did with glue.

A web was a spider’s home.

And a virus was the flu
I guess I’ll stick to my pad and paper

And the memory in my head.

I hear nobody’s been killed in a computer crash,

But when it happens they wish they were dead.
 

James S. Huggins’ Refrigerator Door http://www.jamesshuggins.com/h/tek1/remember-when.htm

Sharing: My Cup Has Overflowed

Knowing when you are in a good place and that you’ve made choices – easy and difficult ones – to get there is reason enough to give yourself a pat on the back. But we are never really alone on that journey. There’d always be supporters and naysayers- the former you appreciate and the latter you can shut out. We continue to do what makes us happy and do what we can to keep others happy.

Flowers @ Morning Market in Strefi Hill, Athens

I’ve never made a fortune, 

and it’s probably too late now.
But I don’t worry about that much, 

I’m happy anyhow.
And as I go along life’s way,

I’m reaping better than I sowed.

I’m drinking from my saucer,

Cause my cup has overflowed. 
Haven’t got a lot of riches,

and sometimes the going’s tough.

But I’ve got loving ones all around me,

and that makes me rich enough. 
I thank God for his blessings,

and the mercies He’s bestowed.

I’m drinking from my saucer,

Cause my cup has overflowed.
I remember times when things went wrong,

My faith wore somewhat thin.

But all at once the dark clouds broke,

and the sun peeped through again.
So Lord, help me not to gripe,

about the tough rows I have hoed.

I’m drinking from my saucer,

Cause my cup has overflowed.
If God gives me strength and courage,

When the way grows steep and rough.

I’ll not ask for other blessings,

I’m already blessed enough.
And may I never be too busy,
to help others bear their loads.

Then I’ll keep drinking from my saucer,

Cause my cup has overflowed.
By John Paul Moore