RDP#4: Flummoxed

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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

4 thoughts on “RDP#4: Flummoxed

    • You said it, but we have computers and everything can be done online today. We do not even have to go places, just press button 1, 2, 3 or 4 on the phone and you will get a robot that will tell you what to do

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  1. I tried driving again and got lost immediately. They are ALWAYS fixing the roads this time of year. They put up those arrows, but after that, you’re on your own. No follow-up arrows, so for someone like me who is always lost, that is the ultimate driving nightmare!

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    • I only drive on routes that I know and Mr. Swiss only lets me drive on routes that I know. All these sudden diversions are a big problem to me and I begin to get mixed up with right and left.

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