Let’s brighten up the day a bit before the flowers fade
Let’s brighten up the day a bit before the flowers fade
Last Wednesday I went to the supermarket. It was 13th of the month I remember. Actually I walked past the entrance as I wanted to take the lift down to get something in another shop. There was a young lady standing at the entrance and she asked me if I would like an apple. I took a good look, but she looked quite officiallly dressed standing next to a sack full of apples.
She gave me an apple, with a brochure and told me they were the best apples you could eat, full of mouth watering deliciousness, never to be forgotton. Perhaps she was overdoing it and I was sure I saw a flash of red in her eyes as she said these words.
I walked on with the apple in my bag and took the lift. When I had fiished my business on the lower floor I returned to the supermarket to get the the remainder on my shopping list. The lady was still standing there and gave me another apple. I told her she gave me one as I walked past a few minutes before. She said that is OK, she cannot recognise everyone and I should just accept a second apple (did I hear a strange laugh in the background?). I was glad as I though Mr. Swiss would also appreciate an apple.
She was no longer there when I left the supermarket and her place was empty. There was just the empty sack on the ground. Did I see something moving i the sack, did I hear a hiss, did something squirm quickly across the floor? I decided my imagination was playing tricks on me.
We still have the apples at home, and they are looking as fresh as ever, but I decided not to take a bite – you never know.
I never get lost, but there are other things that do.
For example Mr. Swiss and I both have a mobile phone. They are our lifelines to the outside world, they accompany us wherever we go, at least they should, but nobody’s perfect.
“Have you seen my phone.”
“Can you call me?”
And so I call Mr. Swiss and somewhere in a dark corner we both hear a phone ringing and we follow the sound until we find it. I am also not innocent. Mr. Swiss calls my number and eventually it is somewhere in the pocket of a jacket, in my walker, or perhaps next to the bed.
There is of course another problem which can happen. I call Mr. Swiss, or he calls me, and we hear nothing. This is either because Mr. Swiss forgot to charge his phone and it is dead, perhaps he muted it, or mine is still on flight mode because I switch it off through the night to guarantee a good sleep and forget to switch it back on again. Mr. Swiss only gets the voice on my phone telling him I am not available. It also might be that I have switched the telephone to mute because WordPress are continuously reminding me that I have a like or comment. That does not bother me at all, it’s alive and someone is communicating. It bothers Mr. Swiss as he might be reading a book and watching a TV programme and all I see is a flashing light from the screen if it needs me.
And so two golden oldies are constantly searching for their mobile phones.
If you do not know where to begin in the morning, then a sunrise is always a good thing because that is where the day begins. Our weather is now bordering on Spring. The mornings are a bit frosty, but during the day it warms up and you ask whether it is still necessary to wear a winter jacket.
I did not expect yesterday to be a good one, but I survived. I had to go with Mr. Swiss to the hospital an hour after lunch there was no time for a relaxing sleep of a couple of hours, but I managed to squeeze in half an hour. I stayed at home in the morning, postposing my week-end shopping to after lunch whilst Mr. Swiss was at the hospital. And so I was yet again refreshing my driving knowledge by driving to the hospital and afterwards through our town up the hill where the supermarket it. As I finished the shopping he called to say he was finished at the hospital, so another drive through town to pick him up. He is OK health-wise, just getting older and is no longer driving a car, so I am now the only mobile person in the family, although I am not sure how mobile.
What I do know is that I will have to rethink a bit. As I now have to do it all on my own, I realise that “me” time is dwindling. I have my various hobbies: writing, photography and relaxing with a book, but in between washing, ironing, cooking, shopping and household, I have to replan a little. Mr. Swiss helps me where he can, but is also no longer as fit as he was.
One bright moment in the day was that my new camera and lens arrived, but coupled with the fact that I only had time to unpack it, the bright moment dimmed a little. Luckily I am acquainted with Nikon cameras, so know basically where what is. One new development is that you can now download an app and connect it to you electronic device, be it a iPad or Phone. I had a look, and found it not more complicated as other electronic stuff, but decided it would be no great advantage for me. I could download the photos direct from the camera onto my phone and name them and their location would be recognised. Flickr already has those options and I know where my photos are. From Flickr I also get the web address to upload the photos. I also noticed in the explanation that there were a few “ifs” and “buts” and so 100% foolproof in the result of the functions it is not, so I decided to leave it for the time being.
I have had absolutely no opportunity to take a wheelie lately and this afternoon I am again on a quick trip to the supermarket with a few bits and pieces I had forgot. I am not a keen visitor of a supermarket on Saturday afternoon.
I did manage to finish baking my week-end bread this morning. I buy it half done, and all I have to do is to complete the process of getting nice and brown in the oven. The bread is fresher that way. I used to make them myself from scratch, but that is also a thing of the past. I am even now getting rid of various baking dishes I have as I realised it must be a matter of years since I last baked anything. I prefer baking on my computer.
And now to the next state of my life, preparing dinner. It will be a Hungarian goulasch, but once the meat is cooking I can forget it until lunch time.
So here is a mixture of marigolds and fuchsia to accompany you on your way through the week-end, which I hope will be a good one.
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