Every day the same old thing. Leave the bed, wash, clean the appartment and go shopping. Perhaps not as organised, but it is the daily thing to do. You would like it to be different perhaps? Even when you are on the way to the shopping centre, you exit your estate with the same view. perhaps it has snowed, when everything is white for a change. It might be spring, or Summer when the leaves are on the trees in abundance. At the moment they are only thinking about it. You see the slopes of the Jura mountains in the distance. They more or less remain the same because you do not get a closer view. In Winter they are white, but even that pleasure is withheld from us at the moment, with our warmer “thinking of spring” weather.
Sometimes perhaps you wish for something completely different: every day the same thing at the same time. Today it was different, I had a different rhythm, my feet were not tapping with the usual beat. Was I happy about this? – well it made a change.
I suppose being a golden oldie, I have become a person of habit. I clean because I like order in the appartment and I cook because I eat to live (and not the other way round). I noticed that the apps on my iPhone were different today. The photo app had moved one place to the left (you see I am a creature of habit). Now this made me suspicious. If it moved, it meant that there was room and something must be missing. I checked and discovered that the most important, death defying routine app was missing. The one where I have my doctor appointments, medicine routine injections and any other important facts of life. This happened once with my “notices” app, but somehow I manged to restore it, although not completely.
I checked on my iPad, having everything on a cloud, and discovered that this routine app was still there with all the details. Of course Mr. Swiss told me to stay cool. I was cool, just getting a bit unravelled at the edges and perhaps increasing the volume. I had a programme and this was the unprogrammed catastrophe. After sharing our different opinions, I gave up. Mr. Swiss said it can happen sometimes, so I gave him my demon possessed iPhone for it to be exorcised and continued with my programme.
“Eureka” was the answer from Mr. Swiss. It seems that these mobile phones hide things in a new folder, that they manufacture all on their own, and there was my life saving routine app. He also discovered two other apps in the same folder. Solution “it can happen”, but I stopped hyperventilating and eventually we were ready to depart, half an hour later than usual.
The next routine change was when Mr. Swiss found it would be a wonderful idea that I would drive to the supermarket – I usually drive home. Of course I can drive a car, after almost two years break. My nerologist and GP found I should really begin to drive the car again, especially as Mr. Swiss was an advanced golden oldie and I was just a golden oldie beginner. No problem, I switched on the motor, and left the parking garage. As we were approaching the supermarket Mr. Swiss reminded me I should make a small detour to the chemists to pick up my perscription medicine. No problem, really, although I had to change my programmed driving route brain, but the invincible Mrs. Angloswiss did it. Another feeling of triumph swept through my body. Afterwards we arrived at the supermarket, so what could possibly go wrong. I had planned to organise a new iPad and Mr. Swiss found it would be a good idea if he did the shopping and I could arrange the details for the new iPad.
I ordered my iPad for Friday. All was organised as Friday was the big special offer of mega Cumulus points, when I could collect 500x instead of the normal 2x cumulus points. Cumulus points mean more money at the supermarket and I always try to combine my big buys with special offers. Mr. Swiss did call me as I was completing the transaction, as he was ready to pay in the supermarket and was wondering if I had disappeared. He had called 4 times and I did not pick up the phone, but somehow it had been switched to silence. Oh what an exciting day this was becoming.
We arrived home at midday, when we usually sit down to lunch. Why panic, we have no important appointments. Looking back on it all it was an exciting morning, full of surprises, heart attack similar symptoms and differences of opinion. It all makes life worth living, no boredom or monotony. Or based on the words of Kurt Cobain “I never wanted to drive a car. I just wanted to go places and see things”.
Daily Prompt: The Unrhythmic Day