Yesterday I crossed the river (in wheelchair) to get to the other side, and for no other reason, although I was thinking of new material for the camera. It was another warm day and I noticed that even in a wheelchair you can pick up a summer tan on the arms. I wheeled along the river bank and reached our first bridge towards the town. I remember the bridge being built and it connects the high schools to the various villages on the other side of the river, mainly for the students. If you look at the photo, you see the white buildings straight ahead which is where I live in the village of Feldbrunnen. The mountains are the Jura which stretch from East Switzerland down to Geneva in the West. We are somewhere in the middle towards North.
This week-end were bike days in Solothurn. It happens once a year and someone had the great idea a few years ago. Mr. Swiss was slightly annoyed when he returned from the Saturday shopping expedition, as there were bikers everywhere occupying too much space. If you can ride a bike I am sure it must be fun, but I cannot, have never been able to, and Mrs. Swiss finds biking on the roads has become dangerous for golden oldies.
When I took my wheelie yesterday, there were still remains of bikers pedalling their way along the river, through the woods and generally causing obstructions. Some even had bikes which resembled a mini car, with metal covers. The ones where you almost lay parallel to the road. The groups were the worst. They always had a boss that organised everyone, but to their own ideas. Normal pedestrians were in the way.
I decided to pay more attention to duck life on the river, although even these had become scarce – too many bikes probably.
I decided to return home, but did enjoy getting into the fresh air again with the wind in my hair (on the bridge) and the sun, I spent the next hour uploading photos and blogging around. I made myself a sandwich which I ate on the porch and realised life has its good side. Now is the time for the pleasant evenings when you have nothing more to do and can sit outside as long as there is enough light and read a book on the porch. At the moment 9.00 in the evening is the time where it gets to dark, but as the summer progresses daylight will last until 9.45 pm.
Today is again a working day, at least for those that work. Of course I work, but housework was never really judged as an occupation: just a pasttime for a purpose in the life of a housewife. My housework is now therapy, as I can do it again. This morning I will again be on my travels, but in the supermarket. This afternoon is again physio therapy at home for half an hour, although it seems that everyone is happy with my progress and running out of experimental ideas of what to do with my body action.
Make the most of the beginning of the week, see you around. I will leave you with a photo of a pigeon cleaning its claws on the local bridge.