From my garden this year end July
“But I thought you lost your ninth life last year”
“I did, but they gave me another one as a halloween gift.”
“I prefer” no longer exists in my vocabulary, because it is not of interest. I discovered that when becoming a married woman with all the benefits of married life, there is a negative side. What you cook is for everyone, and not everyone has the same taste.
I was discussing the week-end menu with Mr. Swiss yesterday and I suggested entrecote for Sunday lunch, a nice slice of beef, which should be quite tender. He found that was a good idea, and you can serve it with noodles and a vegetable. Sorry, that is when it ends with me: a slice of beef with some herb butter served on a plate of pasta is not my idea of good. I like my good cut of beef served with fried potatoes. This time I more or less won, because my other half also happens to like it that way. I discovered some years ago that I do not cook for myself, but for everyone else.
“I prefer” does not come into the question, because I have to check what the others prefer. How many meals have I prepared where common acceptance and “one of my favourites” is said, when I only do it to keep the others happy. I so long one day to be able to cook moussaka. I very much like aubergine and served with sliced potatoes baked in the oven with all the trimmings would be one of my favourites I know it. Alas I am the only aubergine fan in the family, so I do not bother.
I have been married 48 years and taking a survey of my cooked meals during these years I realise I have been cooking for two sons and a husband and I also sit at the table, although that is just a side effect. I am cooking for the others. Ok, it is now one son as the other one moved on some time ago and is now married reproducing. He is quite a good cook actually. He would look in the cupboard at home, take a survey and cook something with all the ingredients I had. His speciality was spaghetti al carbonara, which Mr. Swiss loves. I do not like it: spaghetti cooked with bacon and egg – not my thing, but I love spaghetti with prawns and there again I am alone. You have to chew the prawns apparently. Eventually I settle for spaghetti with mincemeat in a tomato sauce if I am cooking, becaue we all like it. Again my preference is not so important and is amalgamated into the other preferences.
As a housewife you are fighing a losing battle, and the word preference does not exist in your vocabulary. Eat a meal in a restaurant, and choose your own taste is the best solution but I prefer to relax after a meal in my own four walls, so I give up. My moussaka remains a phantom in my culinary imagination.
I almost gave up on a photo to say good morning. Everything was shrouded in mist, but as I sat here at my breakfast and computer I notice a ray of light outside, so I bounced my way outside with the phone camera and did a few shots: nothing astounding, but let there be light and there was light.
In the meanwhile Mr. Swiss has a problem with one of our super plastic bags for the garbage. They have a plastic drawstring around the top of the bag which you can pull to tie a knot. Unfortunately he has bought a faulty product and the draw string only goes along half of the top of the bag. This time not even profanities help, and probably the job will have to be completed with sticky tape. After further enquiries Mr. Swiss has confirmed that all the bags are the same, probably a new system. He is still searching for the operating instructions. These bags are the special appointed plastic bags, you are not allowed to use other executions, and they are not cheap.
Meanwhile life goes on.
After taking my morning shot a murder of crows flew over (love that collective noun) so of course I took another shot or two.
Otherwise it is Saturday and I will be staying at home. I had another little accident yesterday which has repercussions this time. My ankle decided to stop working and my foot left my leg resulting in a fall in the garden. This time it was more serious because Mr. Swiss was in the back room and I was on my own. I literally crawled to the edge of the garden through the damp earth and grass, as there was no chance of standing up. At this point my arms were growing weaker and I could hardly sit. The rescue troop arrived and Mr. Swiss did the best he could, but I was immovable. After a few manoevres I managed to sit supporting my back on a chair. We fetched something lower and somehow I managed to sit. The rest went automatically. Once I can sit I can stand, but this was serious.
Of course I had twisted my foot to a certain extent and movement co-ordination for the rest of the day was not so good. Mr. Swiss told me to stay at home and he did the week-end shopping on his own, He had made a list on our cloud phone and I checked through, added a few bits and pieces. He did a perfect shopping job and I was glad. I spent yesterday relaxing and hoping that my foot would recover. These things always get better, it is just a matter of time.
However, I now had to go over the books because I realised that my MS was now infringing my quality of life. Of course Mr. Swiss is right when he tells me that hopping around in the garden with a camera and taking photos is not ideal if I lose my balance. I then reaslised if the photos stop, I have no more hobbies. I am not someone that sits around doing nothing. Of course there is my computer, but that is not the answer. I used to go out and about with the camera, which I have not done for some time, but at least I have the immediate outdoors.
I have to face up to realities. I contacted a colleague who is in charge of the first aid groups that I did voluntary work for, for advice. There is a place not so far to where I live that sell or rent medical aids and Mr. Swiss and I have come to the conclusion that I need a wheel chair. I am not hopping around with a zimmerframe, as I still need a free hand for the camera. Just a manual wheelchair for in the garden where I can sit and move and hold the camera for photos.
With my MS I know the day will come when I will be dependent on some sort of aid. My colleague told me that the people are very helpful in the shop and advise very well. I can even make a trial journey with an electric wheelchair. I was thinking manual, but why not electric. I am no longer as secure as I was when walking and the worst that can happen to me is to fall, because there is no way I can stand on my own. I can try everything, but it no longer works.
I now have bruised ribs from my accident a couple of days ago, and now a bruised foot, as well as a sore knee. If this continues I will have to get a suit of armour. I now feel so insecure. I now have visions of whizzing around in a wheelchair, breaking all speed limits. Perhaps I should have a horn to warn people to get out of the way. Of course I can still walk on my own, but I have to be very careful.
On a brighter note I will leave you with my Eurasien Smoketree from the garden showing its Autumn coat. Enjoy the week-end and be careful where you tread.