It is not the boldness of it, it is doing the job. I someone had told me a year ago that I would be the only person in the family now driving a car, I would have had a shock. Driving a car was more a duty than a necessity for me. Today the world looks different. Just driving the car is only a part of the deal. What about the duties that come with the job.
“I think you should take the glass and metal to the recycling dump. It is piling up.”
“No problem” said I. Of course it is no problem, someone has to do it. It never used to be me, but just one of my new chores. I go with No. 1 son as he knows the routine.
So we both climb into the car and I drive off to the depot. It is not far, just around the corner. The two bags of unwanted material were stowed away in the car boot. When I arrive I stay in the car and No. 1 son take the bags and empties them in the correct place. It was a ten minute job and afterwards we drove home again. Just a new job that came with the car and at the beginning I did not even know the exact route.
I have also been booked for a trip to Mr. Swiss doc this week. Today I went shopping to the store, in the car of course. This has now become part of daily life. Me that never really enjoyed driving and prefer to sit in the seat next to the driver taking photos.
Otherwise I am on my way in my wheelchair to go places and see things. Even that needed some overcoming. My first trip in the chair was just around the village. Could I do it, up and down kerbstones? I progressed to a trip along the river bank and the local castle and I survived. It was all new to me handling this new method of transport. A visit to town was pushed on one side and it was almost a year of having the chair before I dared to do it.
This was the part of the journey that gave me food for thought. The church jutted out on the pavement and I was sure my chair did not have enough room to circle around it. Silly me, on my first venture to overcome the obstacle I realised that it looked more difficult than it was and there was plenty of space. Afterwards there was no stopping me and my excursions to town became weekly, visiting all the various events that occurred in town. I even became a regular visitor to the annual trade fair, not to mention the “cheese days” where there were cows on one of the town squares competing for various honours. I was circling amongst them and taking photos everywhere.
I now even read the town programme to see what the next event will be. My next project is perhaps to get one of those transport vehicles for the handicapped. It is a sort of scooter with four wheels and you are even allowed to drive it on the road. It is very similar to the wheelchair in operation, but has a steering wheel instead of a knob. Actually Mr. Swiss was thinking of getting one, but is not absolutely certain. When I began to look at the details I realised it would be just what I needed: especially as a new supermarket is being planned on my way to town which would be ideal for shopping with such a vehicle for the odd bits and pieces.
I just like to make the most of what I have. Of course to have a look at this special vehicle I would have to drive to the place where they have them: that would be yet another new venture, such a long road trip I have not made on my own for some time, although it is only about 20 minutes by road. I seem to be getting bolder as I am getting older.