FOWC with Fandango: Grateful

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The bee, or whatever it is with the striped pullover, is probably grateful to discover this freshly opend echinacea flower to perform is purpose in life.

Otherwise forget grateful. At the age of 73 the only gratefulness is for the treatment I get from the doctor to keep me going and that is all paid for by me through the sickness insurance. What is this grateful thing? It is the third time in the last half year that I should write about it, although admittedly I do not have to write about anything really. So do your work little bee and be grateful that I have flowers in my garden to give you something to do.

FOWC with Fandango: Grateful

RDP Wednesday: Grateful

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A photo taken on my way home yesterday: something to be grateful for, although I am not the nostalgic type. I do not really do grateful, just say thank you and when I do I mean it.

Today I was in the supermarket. They have a special sort of meat slice in their own mustard sauce and it is really good, but since a couple of weeks you can now only get it in plastic packing. You really do not know how many slices of meat are in the plastic and one of the staff told me that they are not selling it open over the counter at the moment as they need more room for the various meats that people want to grill. Today it has only rained once, and it began some time during the night. I really do not think that it is weather for buying marinated meat to cook on an open fire outside in the garden. However, today there was a young lady serving who greeted me by my name. Everyone knows me in the supermarket. And so I said it was a shame that the meat in the mustard sauce was no longer being sold over the counter. She told me that is no problem, she will have a look if they have some sauce. She then cut three slices of meat for me and mixed it with the sauce. At last one of the family’s favourites was again available for me thanks to a shop assistant. It is the little things in life that give you a grateful feeling.

And so now back to normal life, where we are all fighting for our rights. Never thank a politician, they just want to be re-elected.

And just one thing, yes, I am Grateful (with a capital “G”) to get out of bed in the morning, even if it does get increasingly more difficult.

RDP Wednesday: Grateful

RDP Thursday: Grateful

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i suppose I am grateful to have this view when I look towards the north. This is probably all about thanksgiving, but I have never had to celebrate a thanksgiving. Great Britain was not a colony, we were invaded by everything from the Romans through the Normans and even a little bit of Viking. We are still being invaded from people from our various colonies. Perhaps they are grateful to be there. I left the country to invade another.

I can say that where I am today is because I took it all in my own hands. I wanted something more than just living in London and so I looked for it and found it in another country. To be quite honest, the country is not the important thing, just somewhere else. My country became Switzerland because I had the opportunity to work there. I left my family and travelled and I stayed. Mum gave me a couple of months at the most, and the couple of months became 50 years with a Swiss husband and Swiss kids and even Swiss citizenship.

Am I grateful? No, because no-one gave it to me, I had to work on it, to build up a new life and the Swiss nation did not actually say “welcome, make yourself at home, we will look after you”. I worked and learned the language and the way of life, because I wanted to. Forget the turkeys here. You can buy them in the supermarket and they are not cheap: born to be killed and eaten. I do not think the turkeys are very grateful for that one.

It was not all smooth running, but life isn’t smooth running. At the age of 20 you have your life in front of you, and today, 50 years later, the life has arrived. Old age plays its tricks, but you have to come to terms with them. My fate was MS, but not the end. I adapt. When  I got my wheelchair the doc was surprised that I did such a thing. They like you to do it step by step and not so drastic perhaps. Today I say it was the best thing I ever did. I had some money saved and I used it for my new “toy”. I can walk (hobble) and move around at home, but distances have become difficult. With my wheelchair I can go places and see things. I think here I am grateful to other people that meet me with consideration. I am often asked if they can help. I am not grateful to our local road builders who constructed a new road in our village and made the steps so high that I get vibrations through my body when I cross the road.

I am not ungrateful, but to be quite frank, I do not have the time to be grateful. I am always planning the next move.

RDP Thursday: Grateful