They are not so wild, but I tamed them with cream afterwards.
They are not so wild, but I tamed them with cream afterwards.
At the end of October, they were having their last show of blooms.
A racing bike
Seen in town
Something completely different, in our underground parking garage
Nothing special, just my right hand, although if you look carefully you can see the top of my grey haired head in the background. These are no longer the agile fingers that tickles the ivories on the piano and they are no longer as straight and strong as they used to be. The little finger is still more or less straight, but the one next to it? It seems to be provoking the other finger as if to say just look at me. I can bend all on my own, and yes it can, but mostly in the wrong direction. This is the hand of a 71 year old woman.
If only I had realised what getting older means. Today I had to order a three month supply of my MS medicine. I have a special fridge in the cellar where I keep it. At the moment Mr. Swiss and No. 1 son deal with cellar work, as I am not so active with my broken leg and so they fetch three little boxes now an again to stock the fridge in the apartment. They keep a record for me of how much medicine is kept in the stock. Today I phoned the lady that looks after my supply to place an order for 3 months supply before the easter holidy. She always asks how I am and I told her about my accident and my week in hospital. I also told her about the two fingers on the right of my hand and that they no longer feel what they should and have a definite pins and needle symptom.
I said I think it is an MS relapse and she said most likely as it is typical of what can happen. I never reckoned with this in old age. I thought I would just slow down and look like a grandmother from a Hans Christian Andersen story and not one of those old ladies with brown spots on the hand, walking with a stick or walker in the supermarket.
They are provoking thoughts when I look at my hands today.
Let’s begin with something different this morning. Spring is springing and the iris leaves are showing. The sun was shining and we had reached 20°C temperature, so what could be better. I had charged the battery on my wheelchair in preparation and was ready to go. It is at least three months since I last went for a wheelie, so was just a little nervous, but once I was on my way there was no problem. I decided on the part of the village in my immediate surroundings: no roads to cross and everything under control. No point in overdoing it the first time out.
My first problem was getting dressed for the occasion as I had been living in comfortable expanding trousers and t-shirts since my accident and now I had to dress for the public. Putting my socks on was the most complicated part, especially the left foot which still objects to being moved. I was soon ready and was directed out of the appartment by Mr. Swiss. I had my mobile phone with me in case of emergency.
As I turned the corner this was the first sight that greeted me, what could be better. The atmosphere was right and I got a panorama of the Bernese overland as I looked South. The Eiger, Mönch and Jungfrau, the three mountain giants, were all there as if to say welcome back. This really lifted my spirits. A lady then walked past, also a golden oldie. She greeted me with a smile and commented at last we have an opportunity to enjoy some warmer weather and the surroundings.
One thing lead to another and we had a discussion. Another enjoyable moment of spirit lifting. We talked about how nice it was to live in our village and discovered we lived quite near to each other which is not difficult in our village as it is a smaller village.
As I wheeled along afterwards I saw that various neighbours were now tending to their gardens. It was the weather to begin: just a little pottering about and having a check on what was growing and planting new stuff to grow.
I also noticed that the crane population had increase in the village. New appartment buildings are appearing and a senior citizen luxury residence with various appartments is also being built. They will not be cheap, but they will be perfect for a retired life. Of course they will also maintined the low tax rates we have in the village.
After an hour it was time to return home before Mr. Swiss sent out an alarm for me. I felt fine and discovered that even life in a wheelchair now and again has its advantages. I was mobile, and could take photos with no problem. I even took my zoom lens with me in my bag, but did not really need it. Today we are back to cold and freezing, but yesterday compensates. We even have some snowfall ahead of us, but today remains dry. Perhaps I might make the great escape again, who knows. There is a cemetery, stables and a chicken run waiting for my visit, as well as some geese and ducks.
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