On a sunny Sunday afternoon the next year, I had the third accident at the same location as before. My car was once again hit from behind, only this time without a braking sound. The driver was an old woman. She said she was lost in thought and saw my car too late. The damaged part was the rear bumper, the same as before. Unlike the last accident, not only the bumper but the body were damaged. My car was towed to a garage.
(Although it looks like just a scratch, the metal was bent inside the bumper.)
I became very panicked. Don’t you think it is weird that this kind of accident happened repeatedly? “Is my car cursed? Since my car’s color is a less noticeable, is it hard for the seniors to recognize it? But the same colored cars are running without an accident. Why do I get in accidents so often?”
I thought I might be killed by my car. So I decided to sell it and buy a new car. I searched for a dealer that buys such damaged cars and found one. I made a deal with him via mail and the phone. It was a good deal. The trade was very easy. The car seemed to be exported abroad after being repaired. Anyway, I never thought it would come to this. I drove that car for only 3 years. Thinking positively, it was lucky I wasn’t badly injured. However, I had to go to a clinic to heal my back for a while. I was really exhausted by various anxieties, and contacts with the insurance company and the car dealers.
Then in January this year, it happened again!!! On a weekday morning, my car was pushed from behind when the traffic was slow. The driver was an old man. He said he took his eyes off the road for a moment. I wasn’t injured thanks to traffic congestion. I just had to have the bumper replaced. That was all. It was superfluous work for me. My car became the one with the history again.
I got into a car accident in January. Lo and behold, I got involved in four accidents over a few years. In all cases, the accidents were 100% the other side’s fault.
The first accident happened in the spring of 2007, only one week after I bought a new car. When I was in a parking area at a gas station on Sunday morning, a car went into reverse to park and bumped into the rear bumper of my car. The driver was an old man. He said he couldn’t see my car. He was an unpleasant man. He asked for a discount on the repair charge at the garage because he didn’t want to use his insurance. But after all he failed to pay and the insurance company paid everything. I was shocked that my new car got in an accident so soon. The accident decreased the value of my car! However, there was no compensation for it. I just had a bumper replaced. That was all.
Then, on a sunny Sunday morning the next year, another accident happened! The place the accident happened was near my house. While I was waiting for a gap in traffic to turn right,(the left-handed traffic in Japan) I heard loud braking, then a car suddenly hit mine from behind. The person who caused the accident was another old man. He said it was too late to notice my car and couldn’t hit the brake. It seemed he didn’t see my car. But the weather was good and the road had good visibility. The damaged part of my car was the rear bumper, the same as the last time. It was paid for by the old man’s insurance. As for my body, I was almost OK though I went to a clinic to heal my neck several times.
So, I decided to go to a shrine so as to purify my car. A priest purified my car, especially the rear bumper, with salt. Nevertheless, he said “ This rite doesn’t mean you will never have an accident in the future. Drive safely.” As he said, the third accident happened.
When I was researching the seniors for my Super Granny Series, I came across an intriguing blog. It was Ari Seth Cohen’s “Advanced Style” blog. Mr.Cohen’s blog seems to be very popular, and you may have heard of him. He lives in NYC and reports on elderly street fashion trends. His works are very impressive. The seniors on his pictures are very fashionable. In Japan, it’s hard to come across such fashionable seniors like them even in Tokyo, I think. I hope to grow old elegantly like them. To me it seems fashion and colors preferences differ a little between the US and Japan. Elder Americans seem to prefer bright colors, while Japanese tend to prefer dark colors. I prefer bright colors though. Cohen has published a book called “ Advanced Style“(Power House Books, 2012)
Japanese people have one of the world’s longest life-spans, with an average age of 86 for women and 79 for men in recent years. So there seem to be many energetic seniors. Tsuneko Sasamoto is one of them. She, at 98 years old, is still an active photojournalist. Her autobiography was published two years ago. In a bookstore, many books written by older authors are lined up, such as the book by an author living in Hawaii who is 104(@_@) Since I hope to live long, I bought those books…. correction, I borrowed the books from a library.
The Japan Daily Press provides more details about Tsuneko Sasamoto. She became the first female photojournalist in Japan. She began her professional career at age 27, but she had to switch jobs in mid-career. After a 20- year break, she got back to photography at age 71 and she has continued her work until now. Last year she flew to Paris on business. Wow!
According to the book, I think her keys to longevity are having curiosity, keeping her brain active, ( She keeps on studying English) physical activity, (She performs calisthenics every morning. She can bend forward and put hands on the floor) living a regular life, eating in moderation and drinking wine every evening.
This is the video promoting her book. In 2011, she didn’t look 97. She has good taste in clothes and a dignified elegance.
I attended a small Halloween party. The participants were required to wear a Halloween costume. I would have been embarrassed. Then I bought several Halloween goods as accessories. A black cat pouch, a strap and a candy tin.
This tin can be used as a candle holder.
I found nice hair accessories at the shop near party location. A fancy hairdo?
I had my picture taken with handcrafted Mr. pumpkin by party staff.