Good Morning

Clouds

Yesterday afternoon we got clouds, but it still did not rain. This morning it is still not raining and we would be glad for a little bit of water from above. Sometimes the garden needs a good soak. We are watering regularly, but it is not really the same.

Yesterday morning was my first time driving the car since about a year. It seems I must do it regularly, as if Mr. Swiss cannot drive, there will be a problem. He drove us to the supermarket, we did the shopping and when we arrived at the car to drive home he went to the driver’s door. I had to remind him it was my turn. He said he forgot and could drive out of the narrow parking space for me, but I told him if I drive I drive and have to overcome narrow parking spaces. It is strange when you sit behind the wheel again how memories return of how to do it. I turned the key in the ignition and nothing happened. At the third try the motor sprang on. I was not doing anything wrong, but my MS affected hands just did not have the strength to turn the key as usual. Now I know the problem, I have adjusted the key turning hand to fit. Steering is no problem and my feet did what they should. Of course you have to get used to the road traffic, but in the country where we live, we do not have a lot and I was traveling on the minor roads. We arrived home safely, I can still do it, but must now do it regularly and not just now and again.

Hair

In the late afternoon I had another duty, and visited the hairdresser. It was 5 months since my last visit, due to a broken leg, and my hair was annoying me, as I no longer knew how to arrange it on my head. I first had the problem of whether to take my walker, or the stick would be OK. Mr. Swiss phoned the saloon and it seems we could easily go through the garden entrance which would be easier than the short stretch from the car to the main entrance, which had some complicated steps, so I just used the cane. I managed OK with it at home, but being out is not so easy. I hooked into Mr. Swiss arm and we arrived safely. As you can see a lot of hair was removed and now I feel much better with a nice light head. The grey hairs have not disappeared, they are just less.

After the excitement of the day I was glad to get back home and relax. Today there is nothing planned, although I am always working something out that I could do that I have not been able to in the past months. I should really clean the doors again, a quick job, just half an hour, and to be quite honest they are OK. I just like to deal with stuff regularly to keep it OK. I think I have become a genuine Swiss housewife over the past 50 years.

Me

And here is the finished product. I tried to take a selfie, but resembled something from the chamber of horrors, so Mr. Swiss obliged.

It is now time to go and do my housewife chores to celebrate my new life with short hair and a leg that I can now use. Look after yourselves and your computers – I will be back with more news from the wilds of Switzerland.

14 thoughts on “Good Morning

  1. I don’t know what you looked like with longer hair but the short hair really suits you. I’ve had short hair most of my life and wouldn’t miss it in the world. Sometimes people tell me to grow it – but when I show them what I looked like in my one attempt at long hair* they immediately agree: short hair suits me best. And I wouldn’t want to miss the convenience! *As hairdressers for women are so hard to find in Saudi I tried to grow my hair once and managed shoulder length for a year or so – I was so happy when I cut it again and found a long lost friend in the mirror! And everybody at once said that I looked 10 years younger.

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    • My mum never let me grow my hair long, so as soon as I was old enough to decide for myself, I had long hair. My hair is not so good for long as it is quite fine and now I only have it short. This time I could not get to the hairdresser with my accident and everything. I felt terrible, and looked terrible. Now I got there, had it cut, and even feel better. My hair is now grey, but I still have some dark bits at the edge. It is very convenient. Just put your head under the shower in the morning and let it dry. I don’t even have a hair dryer because I don’t need it.

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      • My Pa wanted to take his grandmother’s car away from her for years, but she would not give it up. Not many ladies in her generation drove cars, but she did because her husband, my great grandfather, did not drive. He was blind in one eye, so lacked depth perception. She drove a big Chrysler Cordoba that was in excellent condition. Her reasoning for not giving it up was that she had more experience with driving than anyone, and that she had been driving cars since they were invented, which was true. Her first car had a horse in front of it. She was still driving at 99, and actually drove just fine.

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        • That is a target to achieve. I do not like driving, but when I was a working woman both Mr. Swiss and I had own cars. When he was retired we kept his car, a Volvo 960 which I loved driving, it was so easy. Now he drives mainly and very good, but he is not getting younger, is 8 years older than me, and everyone, except for me, finds it a good idea for me to drive as well, if it only wasn’t for the backseat driver that sits next to me in the car.

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          • You know, my mother is obviously older than I am, but if I need to get somewhere quick, I get her to do the driving. I hate her tiny car, but she knows how to get around. She does not drive too fast, but she drives well and efficiently.

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