Monthly Archives: October 2013

Insomnia; When it (sleep) can’t be forced..

 

 

When it can’t be forced...

Hoping that my recipe for insomnia can help other people; this is for non-addictive personalities only!

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Dance with me…

At the half empty hall with fifteen senior men and women, the middle-aged woman with the Monet dress sat at a long table with her senior dad. There were three other long tables where the other seniors sat scattered  in small groups…

As soon as the music started the senior dad got up to do his line dancing routine; he was the only one on the dance floor, but minutes later a senior couple got up to dance… The senior dad, who really prizes his dancing talent, is obviously looking aged; his posture is now slightly curvaceous and his movements not as fluent as they used to be… After his line dancing act, senior dad invited miss senior teenage-figure for a duo; they swayed away exhibiting their talent! Within minutes, the white haired & bearded intellectual looking older man sitting at the table behind the middle-aged woman with the Monet dress, asked her to dance. She replied that she doesn’t have a knack for dancing and a short dialogue started; the intellectual looking man explained how that music should be danced and went into rhythm, beat, etc…he invited her again to try, but she explained that she just cannot follow music and presented some of the examples from past experiences such as the time when a dance teacher grabbed her to dance and she felt like a tall tree about to lose it’s balance and fall on top of the teacher…scary! The intellectual looking man then started to point out which people were following the music properly and eventually got to the senior dad & miss senior teenage-figure couple…he went on to point out that the woman dances very well, but the man doesn’t… the woman with the Monet dress just listened, but she did notice that the senior dad’s posture is not what it used to – darned aging process! Dance with me:<br /><br /><br />
Photo borrowed from the NET

Dance with me: Photo borrowed from the NET

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A moment to relax…

After having been interrogated to the bone marrow for a babysitting job interview, which drained me to the core, I am glad to just sit here and admire the beauty of the outside world!
Penetrating the slits of the blinds the array of yellow, golden browns is infinite; the amazing red leafed tree is now naked though! She was totally stripped from one day to the next, but doesn’t seem a bit concerned about it as she stands there proudly in her bareness. A few shriveled leaves hanging on for dear life on the tips of some branches are still displaying their flashy colours like ornaments on a Christmas tree…
Three fluffy white clouds hover above closer to the skyscrapers of Metrotown where everyone scurries around in their shopping sprees.
The only sound is that of the occasional passing car which awakens me to the reality of where I am…time to go for a nature fix!

 

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It’s all about WHO you are!

Garbed in a long evase dress, the tall, slender, blond woman almost resembled a pretty sorceress. She spoke in a dry monotonous voice; like mine, as my sister usually describes it, and narrated parts of her book.
Everyone listened attentively as she enunciated her million dollar words in repetitive spurts; the audience was in wonderment! 
I was falling asleep on my chair, for the reading didn’t stimulate my neural center, and I asked myself, “would everyone be this attentive and focused if she were a nobody?” Like that renowned musician who played incognito in the metro and caught no one’s attention…
So, it’s not how talented you are that counts; “who you are” seems to be the element of acknowledgment!

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The cumulus of dysfunctionality!

She agreed to have her poems published in a poetry Anthology, paid a reasonable amount for each poem & received a lovely poetry book in return for each poem; 5 poems = 5 books, and is really proud of her accomplishment!

During a conversation with her elderly father about a new scamming attempt on her person, she is told by him that she’s already been ripped off and had to pay lots of money over a long period for that fraud! Upon further exploration, she realizes that he’s referring to the poetry books…

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