RDP Saturday: Eventually

Tiger

Why a tiger? To be quite honest, I did not have a photo of a panther, but eventually that will do just as well, so why a panther?

I am 73 years old and spent the first 20 of these years in London, England. This means that my growing up time, surrounded by familiar faces, places I knew well, were a long time ago. I have now been living 53 years in Switzerland and have no more connections to my past life. Of course I have built up a circle of acquaintances in Switzerland, from my workplace, from the town where I live and of course through connections from Mr. Swiss, my partner in crime. My kids are no longer kids and lead their own lives. I even have one and a half grandchildren (one on the way) and now it is I me and myself. Although not quite alone, as I have my Mr. Swiss, but we are both golden oldies and apart from an exciting excursion to the supermarket or a visit from my son or the arrival of the cleaning lady, everything stays the same.

I decided I need a change in this life and so I began to look around for a senior citizens group, an old people clan. However, I do not want to be confronted with colleagues whose main topics would be their health and recycling problems. I need some intellectual support, encouragement, interesting discussions. We have a group, founded some years ago, called the Grey Panthers. They are golden oldies with a little more to offer than complaints. Before I became a golden oldie, I always said that would be my thing when I need more contact when older, and now I have arrived at the point where I should do something.

As it is modern active group, who also make excursions and visits to interesting places, I decided to have a look what Internet says, and I found our local group. They also have an english course (which I would not need) and a group for improving French (might be an idea). How surprised was I to find that there are many familiar names there. In July and August they are closed for holiday time, but in September they will be available again and it is my intention to put out some feelers to join. I naturally spoke to Mr. Swiss about my idea and even he would be interested. So let’s do it, or at least try. It might be an eventual improvement to my life which is becoming more and more isolated and that is what worries me. One day I might really be alone and I need contact with other people.

At the moment my social life is based on blogging. Of course you are all lovely people and I would really be alone without you all, but I must do something more. Perhaps I will no longer be here so much, who knows, but I am sure I can spare an hour or two during the weeks for something completely different.

RDP Saturday: Eventually

RDP Saturday: Intrepid

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The intrepid life of Mrs. Angloswiss continues, even on a Saturday afternoon she battles her way to the supermarket, undaunted by the various obstacles put in her way. She arrives and notices all the available parking spaces for drivers like Mrs. Angloswiss are occupied. She has permission to park on places reserved for the handicapped. What can she do to overcome this problem? She parks on the only space left available, which has a parking forbidden sign on it. Does this bother her, no absolutely not.

She climbs out of the car and hangs her walking stick on the open boot of the car and removes her walker. Another obstacle conquered. She unfolds the walker and assembles it, adding her walking stick. She is now ready for the fight ahead and enters the supermarket. She first visits the electronics department and tells the guy at the cash desk that her car is parked on his delivery space. She tells him it is Saturday, and is sure there will be no deliveries today. “Do you have a problem with that” she asked, sparks showing in her eyes. He  tells her “not at all, glad that you have found a place to park your car”. She notices he seems rather nervous and has turned a whiter shade of pale. Mrs. Angloswiss often has this effect on people.

She fights her way through the supermarket picking the necessary articles, and eventually arrives at the cash desk where she is greeted personally by the lady at the till, by name of  course. It is known in the supermarket there is no messing with Mrs. Angloswiss. The goods shown on the conveyer belt in the picture are not those of Mrs. Swiss, only the two items at the front:  kitchen paper and toilet paper.

She has again conquered the Saturday shopping and makes her way to the car which is still parked beneath the forbidden parking sign. She was not fined for unauthorised parking, no-one would dare to cross her path with such trivialities. She drives home where she is welcomed by Mr. Swiss.

She wipes the sweat from her brow and takes a refreshing glass of mineral water. Another battle success. Every day she achieves a new victory. Today she discovered how to switch off the air conditioning in the car and open the window. There are no problems that Mrs. Angloswiss cannot conquer.

RDP Saturday: Intrepid

RDP Saturday: Commence

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This crow caught my attention last week. He or she was sitting on a wall for a while and nicely posing for a few photos. I decided to hang around. Perhaps I might get a good shot somewhere. Crows are usually not so good on a photo, too much black and too little details. However this one was close enough to see some details. And then, as if someone gave it a nudge, it decided to take a flight and yes, I was there for the commencement of the flight.

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For me it was worth waiting for as it sank down and raised its wings and I had for me the photo of the month. I never realised how a bird commenced a flight but now I have it on picture. Sometimes it is the little things in life that give pleasure.

RDP Saturday: Commence

RDP Saturday: Change

Train entering Bern Station (Solothurn-Bern line)

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.

Interesting scultures on government building in Bern

RDP Saturday: Change

RDP Saturday: Wind

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The Swiss are very good at winds
they give them all a name
But if it blows I cannot tell
for a Brit like me they are the same
If blows from North East to South West
It has the name of the Bise
To say it properly with a Swiss Accent
It has to rhyme with teaser (beeser)
That is the one that makes you nervous
and perhaps you get an ache and a pain
Some have a headache, others just moan
And hope it doesn’t start to rain
And then there is the Föhn just like a hairdryer
warm and gentle when it blows
You might have a headache,  a twinge here and there
That is the way that it goes
I feel so guilty married to a Swiss
That I cannot share this ache
I do not notice the weather drama happening
And sleep until the next daybreak

RDP Saturday: Wind

RDP Saturday: Sick

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My hostas are sick
being eaten alive
They are full of holes
are shrivelled, taking a dive
They really have no chance
against an army of slime
Twenty-seven thousand teeth
is the slug munching crime
All I can do is to hope to stop their lick
Three beds of hostas
Are feeling very sick
Where is the salt
That will make slugs melt
But then I have slimy puddles
On a conveyer belt

RDP Saturday: Sick