Good Evening

It might be evening now, but too dark for a photo, so here is the morning sunrise and the sun stayed all day. This afternoon I went to town for a few groceries. My delivery from the supermarket cannot deliver frozen goods as their van is not equipped for it. However, they have been promising it will be done, but since half a year, so I gave up and get my frozen goods now and again on a visit to the store in town. I live quite a frozen life as I freeze a lot myself. Then I always have food at home and do not have to go shopping.

Today I bought some meat at the butchers. She always vacuums it for me so that I can freeze it afterwards. Otherwise I have my own vacuuming machine to freeze it myself in plastic. My grocery purchasing life has really become something completely different. I rarely have left-overs at home when I cook for my son and I, as he always eats everything and we just have empty pots and pans afterwards. However, since making something small for me at lunch, it might be that something is over. The cooked food is eaten, but it might be some cheese or ham which I eat in between meals. Yes, my eating habits are also changing.

I naturally took a few photos as I scootered my way through town. This is a fortified building on the edge of town which is now apartements.

I eventually arrived at the store. It is a good feeling now not to have to walk around with steamed up glasses and using a face identification system on your phone which actually now recognises you as you are now without a mask. The people working on the cash tills still wear a mask. I also noticed that the store is more than half empty. Perhaps it is because I do my shopping mid afternoon and not morning, or perhaps everyone has got used to shopping online.

When I started my journey into town on my scooter this was the main road leading to town, on a Saturday afternoon. Where have all the people gone, I asked myself, and no traffic. That covid thing has certainly changed our lives considerably.

I had photos from No 2 son this morning with his new guests. It is a grandmother and her grand daughter, 3 years old from the Ukraine. They are from Kiev and slept three weeks in the subway there due to the bombing. They managed to leave the Ukraine and slept for some time in the station in Linz in Austria. Naturally they had almost no luggage when they arrived and my son and his wife are looking after their needs. They speak Russian, a few words of German and English. It seems all the translating is done by the Google app on the computer which my son says is quite good. The children have no problem with the little girl and I wonder how long it will be before they also begin to converse in Russian. The father of the little girl in still in the Ukraine and is helping with the Ukraine army. It must be a worrying time for them.

Our local stream is still carrying water, probably from the snow melt up on the mountains.

I have problems getting frozen goods, and they had problems to find any food at all. What a crazy world we live in. I am reminded of my mum when she used to talk about the second world war.

I did not visit Mr. Swiss today but will see him tomorrow. It is a strange situation that we have. I could no longer cope with his health problems and there was no other solution for us both. He is now being constantly cared for, the care I could no longer give and for the first time in 52 years I am almost alone at home. Being alone is not a problem for me, but not what we imagined in our older years.

And now for an evening with my computer, and probably no television. I prefer to do my own thing. I also have some laundry for the washing machine, which is no great problem. I will now move on, so may you be having a good week-end.

14 thoughts on “Good Evening

  1. It’s remarkable how little our “elder” lives are so little as we imagined them — assuming we actually imagined them. I figured “age” would be a gentle slide, white hair (because ALL the women in my family have white hair and it arrives when you are still quite young), and maybe a slowing down. I did not expect a complete crash landing on something that seems to be the moon to some other planet.

    It’s a gray, chilly day out there. Good thing I fed the birds last night because it looks most unappealing outside. Life really has gotten very strange for all of us in so many different ways. Most of the time, I feel like I’m living in the wrong country entirely.

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    • I had the funny idea about growing old together. That is happening but not so much together and we are not growing old as we imagined it would be. You think the body just slows down, and do not imagine the various obstacles that occur: not being able to walk, and aces and unexpected aches and pains. I even have trouble cutting my toe nails. We are now on another planet and sometimes it really has a strong force of gravity, pulling you down all the time.
      Let us be thankful that we are not in the Ukraine,they have other problems.

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  2. I spent so much time around my older aunts and uncles that, in a way, it feels almost as if I’ve been a senior citizen for a long time — also because I had bone-on-bone osteoarthritis in my early 50s, and a new hip, something that’s not “supposed to happen” to people until they are in their late 70s or early 80s. That was a huge lesson and afterward I could not be the person I was before. It was so sudden and so disorienting that, at that point, I figured, “I have no idea about anything.” I had never imagined growing older. I still can’t, in a way. My challenge is to remain independent as long as possible. We’ll see how that works out.

    As for Ukraine, I’m beyond words. To have so suddenly your world stolen from you as they have had? To go from “What if?” to “How do we get to safety?” just like that in a situation that truly makes no sense to me and has no necessity behind it that I can see. It must be absolutely terrifying and heart-rending. I think you’re right; the kids in your son’s house will all be speaking some common language before long, even if it’s one no one else understands completely. ❤

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    • It never entered my head that old means no longer mobile, but that’s what happened to both of us: mr with my MS and Mr. Swiss with his back and other problems but I will not be beaten. I might be slower and more clumsy, but life goes on.

      My grandkids already speak and understand two languages. Their mother speaks high German and my son Swiss Solothurn German, although he tends to speak high German with his wife although she understands Swiss German perfectly. With their school friends the kids speak Schaffhausen dialect.

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      • No longer mobile isn’t necessarily part of old. When my (terrible) doctor said, “You’re not supposed to have this until you’re 80,” I thought he was an idiot because I clearly DID have it. I won’t be beaten, either. Slower just opened up a different world to me that I missed in all that running.

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  3. Your life style has changed a lot in last few months. I remember you driving in your car to the stores and not you have your scooter. The best thing is to go with the flow and adapt with circumstances. Hope you have a good weekend

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  4. Good morning … great photos … the pictures of your village and the surrounding mountains are so thoughtful and inspiring. Take care. You and your family remain in our thoughts and prayers. SLP …

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