Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Long Journey

I wasn't sure if this was the right house when I first walked up the pathway to the house . It looked like an abandoned house with weeds growing everywhere. Yet judging from the shoe rack outside of the front door (such a Chinese way) I gathered it must be the right house. I was also tired from driving two days straight. I tried to find the doorbell. None to be seen. I knocked on the door and a young man showed up. I told him I was going to stay here starting today. He let me in, telling me Judy, the owner,  wasn't there. I unloaded  things on my shoulder in "my room" after he disappeared to his. The big trunk was so heavy that I had to unzip it downstairs, take some stuff out and carry them to upstairs, then dragged the lighter trunk upstairs one step at a time, while hoping the wooden stairs was hardy enough to take the bumping of the trunk on every step. No gentlemanly help needed -- nor was it offered.

I counted five bedrooms upstairs. There might be more downstairs. It didn't take long to unpack, although the plan was to stay here for three months. Just have to do laundry diligently and ignore following the fashion etiquette. I should be fine.

The bed is hard as cement. WiFi password left in my room by an unknown person didn't work.
I text Judy: There's only a box spring on the bed..no mattress! My bony bones can't take it. :)
Judy: It is a mattress. It's the Asian style and it's good for your back. I will find something for you to use on top of it.
Me: The WiFi password doesn't work.
Judy: I will send you a picture of the password.

What is it with Asians and the cement beds? I slept on one after mom moved back to Canada, and my back was so achy that I had to give it to my neighbors (they were going to use it as a box spring, appropriately) and buy a new mattress.

The password picture never came. I bothered the guy once more. Got a glimpse of his bedroom. Huge king sized bed with the only TV in the house. Hmmm. He confirmed there was one digit off.

Off to mom's. She seemed to be better than last time I saw her three weeks ago. The companion, Doreen, wasn't sure at times if she was going to be here much longer, which was what prompted this long trip.

Doreen asked her: Aren't you happy your daughter is here?!
Mom: Nothing...to be...happy...about.

Thanks, mom. Even in your half-lucid way you managed to make people feel great.

I don't take it seriously anymore. She can't help it, and I'm doing this for myself. I don't want her to go through this last leg of her journey by herself -- whether she likes it or not.

That is, for as long as I can take it. Our last experiment didn't go so well.


  1. Girl, I haven't seen you in FOREVER! Great to see you! Sorry about your mom. Doesn't sound like a good situation to be in at all.

    1. I know, Ms. A. I was depressed after 'living with mom' thing didn't work out. So great to see you! What's new in the blogger world?!

  2. I once told you that you would need to hang on to your sense of humor. It seems that Mom hasn't been able to snuff it out.

  3. So good to see old friend here! I've been away too long. Hope all is well with you!

  4. Hey, friend, It's so great to see you and read your writing again! Thanks for your encouragement and support regarding my book news. So it's really true about Asians and cement beds? Haha. I thought it was just a rumour. Smiles.
    Hugs to you.

    1. Good to see you are doing just what you wanted, and doing it well. Keep it up!

  5. Well, it's about time! I am slowly trying to get back into blogging, and i'm glad to see that you are, too! xoxo

    1. Looks like a lot of folks have abandoned blogger! So sad :(



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