There I was sitting outside waiting to be let in, and it even began to rain. The weather report today said “Föhn” which is a pleasant warm wind blowing over the alps into Switzerland or something like that. I was expecting some sun, but it had to fight its way through the clouds and the clouds won. The meteorologists had again betrayed us with their misleading prognosis.
Regardless of the threats on my way, I decided to go for a wheelie in my chair. I usually go alone as Mr. Swiss has walking problems and I overtake them all on the paths. Although it was the first day of the Easter Holidays, there were not so many people on the trails. I remember the days gone past when I would invite my mother-in-law to dinner and we would take a customary walk in the afternoon. It was spring weather and she was happy to wear her new spring outfit, although I am not sure if we were so happy with four kids accompanying us, but we survived.
So I did a compact tour of the burial ground today and paid a visit to the chickens, horses and geese as well as the ducks and then it began to rain: nothing serious but enough to tell me it was time to go home. My hands had also began to freeze and there was a definite nip in the air.
I arrived at the entrance to our building which is always locked. Of course I have my key with me, but leaving the wheelchair, hopping to the door, and again rejoining the wheelchair to drive in is a little complicated as I would have to hold the door open to drive in which would not work. I have my mobile phone with me and give Mr. Swiss a quick call, and he opens the door for me, so I patiently wait.
And now back at home again. Actually I had no idea what to write, because I do not do betrayal. Perhaps I was supposed to find a deeper meaning somewhere, but today I am not in the mood for deeper meanings.
Even the daffoldils gave up.