I know it is a little out of season, but their beauty is always something to behold.
I know it is a little out of season, but their beauty is always something to behold.
How can anyone be overjoyed about the exit from the town parking. For most it is something natural, an every day happening. For me: a moment of happiness. And why? Because I did it again.
Cutting a long story short I passed my driving exam in Switzerland in a foreign language (German) in a foreign town (Solothurn) after the grand total of at least 90 driving lessons. Stop laughing, we are not all born with gas flowing though the arteries. And so I got my driving licence (even my driving instructor made a cross in the air behind the examiner’s back when he realised I had done it). This was almost 40 years ago at the age of 36. Afterwards I got my own car. Mr. Swiss and I both had a car as we were both working in different places at the time.
And so I survived for many years until Mr. Swiss retired and we only had one car. I had even progressed them to one of those big Volvo’s, and an automatic which was Mr. Swiss car. Then I was retired and not actually loving the act of driving, I drove less and less until I drove really no more and left it to Mr. Swis. Then came the fateful day, last December, when due to circumstances Mr. Swiss drove no more and I had to get back behind the wheel. I was not actually overjoyed, but had no great choice. I bought myself a new car. Due to my limitations, not being able to use the left foot, I was now a permanent driver with automatic gears. I only need to accelerate with the right foot and break with the right foot.
And now months later I am actually enjoying it. I am again motorised, who would have thought it. One of the last obstacles was to park in the underground town garage and upload the parking card. I am a full profi again, and I can do it. I just miss taking photos from the passenger seat whilst Mr. Swiss was driving.
A bow in my hair
Hand on a dolls house
Neat little socks
Feet so small like a mouse
And look at the dress
Such a pretty puff sleeve
Curls in the hair
Can I really believe
A trip to the photographer
A clean shiny face
Mum scrubbed it so well
Of dirt was no trace
I was not very happy
I wanted to play
The dolls house an ornament
To brighten up the day
Now there is no mum
Dad joined her in the fold
My hair is now grey
I have become quite old
But the memories are there
of that day long ago
When mum dressed me up
And in my hair put a bow
A cloudy morning, but after the rain yesterday evening it is still clearing a little. I noticed it was getting darker in the evening and then the heavens opened and let it go. Before it started I was just thinking I should really water the garden and was not unhappy when I noticed that nature decided to do it all for me. I am so glad the weather has cooled down.
Yesterday I visited my neurologist. As I really only have one date with him during the year it is quite an event. I could try lots of new things out. For a golden oldie these are the highlights of the year. My first adventure was parking in the central park house. It is all underground with three floors and by experience I always choose the lowest floor. It is usually the one with less cars and I have a nice choice to park and do not have to fit my car in a space between the others. I could even drive a little back and forth until it looked like a professional car driver had parked the car.
After unloading my walker from the car boot my next task was to examine my park card to see how much money it still had. I inherited it from Mr. Swiss a year ago and he had no idea. I checked on the machine and saw it had practically nothing, meaning I would only leave the parkhouse with difficulty and so I prepared to upload the card: another first experience. Luckily a lady passed me and asked if she could help. Of course she could, but I soon got the idea and uploaded from my post account card 50 Swiss Francs. Mr. Swiss found when I told him that that would probably last me for the next 10 years.
And now to hobble with the walker to the doc. I took my time and eventually arrived. I even managed to conquer the steps to the building where the surgery was. He even recognised me again after a year. He did all the usual checks and found everything unaltered. I told him that it was quite an adventure to actually arrive at his practice and he said it would be no problem to pay a home visit. What a wonderful offer. It was a day of positive surprises. Even his receptionist accompanied me to the exit to help with my walker. I can go up stairs with it OK, but decending is a little difficult.
When I eventually arrived home Mr. Swiss decided, probably based on my bravery to go to town on my own steam, to take a walk with his walker. Poor man is really home bound and it would really be the first time, just a little walk around the block. When he returned, based on my new experience with the town park house, we decided now and again to go together in town just for a coffee/drink in an outside restaurant for an hour or so. It would be like old times again where we would go out together. I really do not care if we will be two golden oldies with our walkers, and I am sure it would be fun.
We also planned a trip up the hill to the castle in our village. There are plenty of benches on the way for a rest. It is really the little things in life that make it special.
So what else did I do yesterday. I took a few photos in the garden. I really love these cone flowers. My gardener organised a few groups of these and they are so good for the photography with their details, especially if a bee happens to make a tank stop.
Today I will be off shopping in the afternoon. Tomorrow is a National holiday for the Swiss Day, something like 4th July. Many families like to celebrate with a b-b-que and a party. There will be a children’s procession in town with lanterns with a Swiss flag design and in the evening a firework display on the old walls of the town. We have not planned anything special. I might take a wheelie into town in the afternoon if the weather is good.
On the mountain slopes as above (just behind our village – photo from yesterday evening with my zoom lens) fires will be burning in the evening.
Have a good day everyone and really make the most of it – wise words from a golden oldie who has been there and done it all, well almost.
I think I see an amarylis and some Gerbera
“What about me” said the pigeon
And a smiling dog
And a rooster counting the hens as they enter.
I was always a lover of Vampire stories since I read Dracula by Bram Stoker. Here is a reblog of one I wrote in 2017 around Halloween.
“Morticia I’m home.”
“And how was your night out with the boys on halloween.”
“Oh it was great. First of all we talked about the good old days down at the graveyard. Of course we all paid a visit to our first victims, reminiscing about how it was when we were still apprentices. The days before the blood banks.”
“Oh yes, Dracky, they were the days. I met up with the girls and look what we found.”
“A dead pumpkin?”
“Looks like it, poor thing. It was laying in a corner leaning on the graveyard wall.”
“What am I supposed to do with it. Pumpkin is not part of my diet, it doesn’t even have a blood group.”
“Dracky you are so boring sometimes. Not everything has to have a blood group. Give it a bite, perhaps it might start breathing again.”
“You must be kidding. Never resuscitate a dead pumpkin, especially at halloween. You don’t know what it died from.”
“What’s the problem Dracky. You are undead, so you won’t die from biting a pumpkin. You could perhaps carve a nice face into the pumpkin with your teeth.”
“Well make up you minds will you, I am freezing and slowly going soft at the edges. The fairy vampire mother said that a bite from a vampire would bring me back to life again.”
“Who said that?”
“Dracky I think it was the pumpkin.”
“But Pumpkins don’t talk.”
“Of course we talk when we are bewitched. So do something about it.”
“Morticia put that smelly pumpkin into the garbage.”
“But Dracky you are hurting its feelings and it has started to cry.”
“Pumpkins don’t have feelings, they are dead.”
“I am not dead yet. The fairy vampire mother said I have a chance to become undead from a vampire bite. That means I could sit on your table all year. I would grow warts and might even produce a few vampire teeth. You would be the envy of all your undead friends.”
“The pumpkin is right Dracky. We would be the only vampire family with their own pet pumpkin.”
“Yes, great Morticia. Other vampires have pet wolves, and I have to take a pet pumpkin for walks?”
“Bite it yourself.”
“Won’t work Dracky, You bit me once and that was forever. You have to do an original bite.”
“But it’s full of slugs and other creepy crawlies. There might even be a spider inside. You know how they scare me. It would freeze the blood in my veins if I had any to freeze.”
“Dracky don’t be so miserable.”
“OK, perhaps just a small bite.”
“Since when can you do small bites.”
“OK, just for you Morticia.”
“Oh thankyou, thankyou, I have been returned to life.”
“Satisfied Morticia, we now have a pumpkin that has turned into a giant spider.”
“Come out of the cupboard Dracky, it is a harmless spider.”
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