A change is something we all might need from time to time, I know I do. I got married 50 years ago and since then I was the housewife and eventually went back to work. Of course there was a bit more to it. The household was organised and the kids had to be organised as they were still at school, but I did it.
Now we are talking 50 years later, 50 years of age creeping up on both of us with our various health problems. Mr. Swiss will be 80 years old this year and is now feeling his age. He would not be able to go on longer journeys, it would be too strenuous for him.
Despite the fact that I have MS my brain still functions, at least I think it does. My body does its best but there are so many ways of assistance today, you just have to discover it yourself and take advantage of the possibilities. I am now regularly back on the road behind the wheel of my own car, first step of independence again. I have an electric wheelchair for excursions locally and a walker for moving on my own two legs from place to place. I should be satisfied, and I am basically but I had one of my bright ideas this week.
Why not go a little further. My son was in Bern in week for an afternoon, just a direct train ride from where I live in Solothurn, 40 kilometers. I could drive there but am not happy about town traffic, especially when I do not know the town so well. I would so love to visit the new bear enclosure on the banks of the river in Bern. And so I got to thinking about doing it again. Going to the local station getting the train and just spending a while in Bern (with my camera of course). And then I got to the extension. We have coach companies in our local town, so why not go a little further. I would go places and see things. At the moment the only little problem I would have would be that longer distances mean rising at 6.00 in the morning to get to the departure place of the coach, but there are many alternatives and I would be back again in the early evening.
Yes I want to got places and see things before all I see is the roots of the daisies from the wrong side up. At the age of 73 I have decided to change things a little.