RDP#4: Flummoxed


Being a wheelchair driver when they let me out, I had to get used to it. Driving is no problem, and I even have to be careful that I do not exceed the speed limit on the paths. In this lovely summer weather I often like to go for a tour in the afternoon. This afternoon I saw something new on the exit to the path: two wooden figures. They both seemed to be pointing in a certain direction. Perhaps someone thinks I might get lost.

Being a golden oldie in this day and age is not simple especially as it seems that things are being changed constantly. Now and again they let me drive a car. My movement problems are mainly to do with the left side of my body, My neurologist found that as we have an automatic car, I do not need my left foot, so there is no problem with driving. I drive to get from A to B and like the plain and simple routes I take because I know them. One morning you find that your path has a large arrow sign showing that the route has been changed and road workers and their many machines have moved in. It is a temporary thing, but when they are finished you discover you have a one way street, where there used to be two directions, and there is probably a roundabout in the middle to confuse it all the more.

Mr. Swiss says I should drive more, I tell him forget it. Every day you have a different route to take.

My dad was flummoxed by a lot of things. He belonged to the cash in hand generation and knew nothing else. If you had debts, you paid in cash and so he continued.  His wages as a factory worker were always paid weekly. He got his money in pound notes and small change in an envelope. He never even used a wallet for the money. It was all in the trouser pockets.  When he reached his senior years, he was still paying in cash. I was in Switzerland and he was in London, so dealing with his financial stuff was even more complicated. It would have been so easy if he had a bank account. I spoke to him about it and he looked at me if I was mad. “I don’t want a bank account” were his final words. Somehow I got his finances organised with his one time building society account which had been converted into a savings account. It was complicated, but we had to avoid flummoxing dad.

And now I am a senior citizen and have to keep up with new types of mobile phones, new computers with the new built in security systems. Completing a Swiss tax form is a master work, everyone in this country seems to be his own accountant. Even Mr. Swiss has now given the job to a finance guy, because it is getting too complicated. At least Mr. Swiss knows what the finance guy needs from us, I have not got a clue.

Life is made to flummox us today. Why do it simple, when you can do it complicated.

RDP#4: Flummoxed

Good Morning


Another summer day today. Yesterday it was warm and sunny but in the afternoon the sky clouded over. I did not really intend to go anywhere so I was not bothered and spent the afternoon outside with my computer. In the evening a strong wind gathered, the heavens clouded over and we got this.

Storm Sky

It looked quite dramatic and so we battened down the hatches and hoped it would not be once of the king sized storms. It rained quite heavily, but no thunder so it was more shows than anything else. During the night it normalised and this morning everything under control.


My climbing rose is flowering again, although it has nowhere to climb to. I used to have a trellis on the wall, but had to remove it when the builders moved in last year to paint the wall, and decided not to replace it on our newly painted wall. Unfortunately a collection of stinging nettles are now growing in the background of the rose, and are approaching flowering time. No-one has volunteered to remove them. We have quite thick gardening gloves that we can wear so I am hoping the job will be done this week by perhaps Mr. Swiss or No. 1 son. Funny that no-one likes removing stinging nettles.

I am glad to say that we now have a new functioning Daily Prompt section in WordPress thanks to the initiative of some of us. The WordPress people are absolutely doing nothing, so do-yourself is now called for. I still do not understand why WordPress killed the daily Prompt. For me and many others, it was a daily challenge to write that we all appreciated. Even the weekly photo section has disappeared. Nothing new has arrived to replace these things. Perhaps WordPress have discovered that you can really substitute human beings with computers, and the offices are empty. Just a few computers doing all the work, or perhaps there were always robots doing the work.

I have a Monday morning shopping trip and unfortunately I have to do this myself, with Mr Swiss. That robot has not yet been invented. I could of course order the goods online, but it is a  bit dodgy when you cannot choose the goods yourself, especially with the veg and fruit and in Switzerland we have to pay extra for delivery charges.

I am now on my way with the vacuum cleaner so enjoy your day (it can even be fun with the vacuum cleaner). See you around. I will leave you with the rose I have in a small pot on my table on the patio.