The first red lily I had ever seen.
The first red lily I had ever seen.
It was silent in the home. you could hear a crumb drop from the bread that had just been cut for breakfast. No-one spoke, it was too early for converstions that could change the world. Everyone was busy with their own thing, and then the noise began.
Mr. Swiss was busy completing the change of the linen in the bedroom. That is not really a noisy job. It could be accompanied with murmers of dissatisfaction when making the beds, due to strenuous actions applied when making the bed. Mrs. Angloswiss was busy with the daily inspection tour of the appartment thinking about visiting the bathroom when Mr. Swiss was finished. She had also began to plan the cleaning of a few windows.
The doorbell rang. It was not the postman because he always rings twice, it was an unexpected caller. In the meanwhile Mr. Swiss had switched on the vaccum claner to remove the dust remainders from beneath the bed. He does a thorough job. Mrs. Angloswiss called, not once but twice, no three times and she has a very loud voice, even when she is quiet. The vacuum cleaner continued on its noisy way, killing the silence with its high-powered decibels and she was ignored.
To discover who was ringing the doorbell, one of the persons in question had to leave the appartment to arrive at the main entrance door to the building. There is a buzzer that can be operated which automatically gives a voice communication to the person waiting at the door, but the decibels were rising in the meanwhile and this would not work. There was only one solution, to remove the plug of the vacuum cleaner from the socket. There was instant silence, no vacuum cleaner motor running, and there was only the astonished murmers from Mr. Swiss, who was convinced that the vacuum cleaner had ceased to work.
In the meanwhile drastic action was needed, the door was opened and Mrs. Angloswiss appear at the main door, clad only in a nightdress covered with a colourful full length kaftan bought in a market shop in Marrakesh in Morocco. She decided to appear in person at the main door, as Mr. Swiss was still not answering calls of despair and still examining the problem with the vacuum cleaner.
It was the gardening lady that had to complete some work at the main entrance door. She had to wedge the door open and needed help.
Mrs. Angloswiss returned to the appartment and Mr. Swiss was waiting at the door. “What happened?” asked a worried Mrs. Swiss. Mrs. Angloswiss clarified the mystery. Afterwards silence reigned in the appartment, the vacuum cleaner remained still. Even if the postman had called and rang twice, no-one would have heard him.
Life is full of little rituals, especially when you are a golden oldie and have nothing better to do than carry on regardless. The first thing I do in the morning when I awake is stretch over to my mobile phone, on the night table, and give it resuscitation from the electric current to ensure that it is full power when I am return to the land of the living. I sleep on afterwards. When I regain complete consciousness, rise and hobble onto to my loading station in my computer room. The next part in my operations centre is to make sure my iPad and Kindle live through another day, so they are also fed with electricity. It is a daily routine. My iPad would probably not last until the next day without it. My Kindle can actually manage a few days without being recharged, but doing it daily means I do not have to think about it.
My Apple computer needs half an hour at the most when I have finished with it. That is why I love my apple. I do not have to hang it onto the electricity all the time because it has a reserve of at least 10 hours. My windows system collapses after an hour if it is not plugged in. Through the night both are resting on a shelf, with no problem, waiting for the day ahead in times of need. At the moment it is early morning and I am working on my Windows machine which is plugged in, next to the kitchen table. My telephone only reached 97% this morning as I hugged the bed a little longer and overslept the recharging time.
Another ritual has become taking a photo of the morning sky, although lately there is not very much happening. Window mornings can either bring a surprise with a wonderful colourful sunrise, or be drab and boring. Lately they have been very drab. It is wet everywhere: a little bit of snow mixed in, but mainly rain and it will probably stay that way. Actually it does not surprise me, as we rarely actually have a white Christmas. It usually arrives after the new year. It was then the time when we were in the work force, and driving off to work in the deepest snow and ice was not fun. However, these days are now behind us and driving off is earliest at 10.00 a.m. when the roads have been cleared of any snowy bumps and lumps.
Yesterday Mr. Swiss had an appointment at the local hospital to see the specialist for a back injection to help relieve the pain he has (photo of the local hospital). Afterwards he did not feel much relief, but slowly it is getting a little better, but not perfect. He has the second injection at the end of this week so we are hoping for the best. When we go shopping we have to work out who pushes the trolley for support. Growing old is not fun, you are confronted with all sorts of things that you did not expect. My dad was never one to complain, but I noticed the changes he had with age. He always refused a stick at first, and adamently declined a zimerframe. Eventually he completely had to rely on the zimer frame. I realised it was a sign of age, but never thought it might be a sign of my age. When you are young these things seem to be in another world.
And now for a normal more relaxing day. Mr. Swiss is planning on a safari to the supermarket for a few bits and pieces and I am planning on a tour of the appartment accompanied by my trusty sidekicks, the vacuum cleaner and mop, with an interval spent at the ironing board as I now have the bed linen to iron. However, no big problem as I do it to the accompaniment of my online iPad radio. Oh, the thrills of a golden oldie life.
Enjoy the day, be kind to your online appliances, you might need them and have fun with them.
All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain!
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