I am not showing photos of wonderful pastures filled with cows, meadows with every sort of wild flower you can think of, not to mention the local river with its population of swans and ducks. And let us not forget the local stables with it horse population.
I live in the country after growing up in the slums of London, where the scent of wet brick dust was permanently in the air. I now live where the cows and hedgehogs say goodnight to each other.
My neighbours are from nature, they run free in pastures. Now and again they leave a trace to show I have been here and done it, but who cares. Even that belongs to life in the country: and the flies?. They build their villages in what the cows left behind, all part of nature’s cicle of life.
Photo Challenge: Tour Guide
Today we have a bittersweet machine doing its work. Nothing like making the road work nice and bright.
Colout Your World: Bittersweet
These are the big ones so they must be dahlias: they are not asters, or chrysanthemums – I seem to be getting somewhere with my plants at last.
Flower of the Day: 07.02.2018 Dahlia
Meet the lift. It is the door on the left of the photo which is closed. A lift can be an important transport method, especially if you tend to fall down stairs, lose your balance, and have an underground car park, which applies to me. We live on the ground floor, but we have a cellar, a hobby room and a laundry room all down below. I am dependent on the lift as stair walking is neither a hobby or a must when I can avoid it.
It came to pass that I had another memorable, not-to-be-forgotten fall and broke my femur which is a very long bone, in the left leg. With the modern mechanics of surgery, steel and a drill, it was all pieced together. The result was great according to the surgeon, who probably nailed this operation as success of the day. I am still thinking about it, especially after seeing the colourful landscape which has now appeared on the skin of the leg and acquiring a new addition to my already funny walk.
And so the sixth day arrived when the gods in white decided to send me home. Many things happened on this day. It was the day when the lift broke down. Not just broke down, but refused to be repaired without an essential part which no-one seemed to have. Mr. Swiss picked me up from the hospital and brought me home but instead of driving into the garage, he parked outside, deposited my newly bought walker (in a nice shiny violet colour) and said I would have to walk the path until our front door instead of just a quick trip to the garage where I could afterwards ascend to my apartment in the lift.
This lift has served its purpose for 20 years and on this day in 2018 AD it died. Of course the repairmen were desolate after Mr. Swiss explained my predicament and so I was forced to walk with my walker to my home. I met a neighbour on the way which broke up the monotony of the walk.
Today I was settling into my after lunch golden oldie sleep when there was a ring at the door. It was not the postman, because he only rings twice. Mr. Swiss found the lift repairman who informed him that the lift was working again, full of apologies for the delay. I am overjoyed I can now travel, go places and see things, armed with a walker and a broken leg. It seems there was a delay in repair as our building management did not give precise instructions that this expensive part of the lift can be inserted.
We put men on the moon, but repairing lifts is a puzzle.
Daily Prompt: Mend it if it is broken
Morning has broken once again and I am ready to go, lonly my leg is complaining and says take it easy, we are not going to win the olympics this year. My breakfast table is set. It used to be so easy preparing everything. Now I have to balance with my walker next to me until I have got everything prepared with Mr. Swiss lurking in the background ready to help. I do try to do it all myself to get back to the routine. I will be glad when I can take a few alternative photos, but I am back to square one with my balancing act composed of a camera and me with my walker. I managed to spread my slices of bread with jam, the tea is ready and my computer is now up and running as normal.
The fluke I had with an unrecognised hard disk seems to have disappeared, I hope. My mouse installation is also functioning again, thanks to Mr. Swiss, and so I am ready for the daily computer workout to keep my keyboard fingers in action.
Yesterday I at last had an uninterrupted run-through and managed to get some bits and pieces done on the computer.
However life is not only computer of course, but when you are tied to a chair and walker, there is not much scope for other action in life. It is strange how you have a routine day after day, at least golden oldies do, and suddenly everything is completely different. I am now the spectator watching the others. Mr. Swiss does the daily run with the vaccum cleaner, which he always did and afterwards the stuff that I used to do. He now goes on the shopping trips on his own after we compose the list of stuff to be bought.
I even miss all the assistants in the store. After being a customer for many years you get to know each other and share your problems and a little bit of your life. There is always a small conversation when buying the goods. The daily things in life that you realise how much you treasure when they are no longer part of the day. Of course we might meet people we know also on the shopping trip. My dreary daily life is no longer so dreary and I wish I had it back.
I might risk taking a photo of my snowdrops in the garden today, although even standing up and walking around is a risk at the moment. I am not used to a life of doing nothing.
But now on with life. I am now off to the bathroom in slow motion and afterwards there will be another communal cooking session with the Angloswiss golden oldies. Today it will be pasta, a Kalbsbratwurst and some sort of vegetable.
Have a nice day everyone, I will be back.