RDP Saturday: Excitement

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Yesterday was my 73rd birthday, and that was enough excitement for now. I did not have a big celebration, I did not even feel like I was a year older. When you become a golden oldie excitement is the last thing you need.

However, this afternoon I took a wheelie in my chair for the first time since about 2 weeks. I have had so much going on in my life with my dental visits, private stuff and Mr. Swiss dental visits that there was no time to enjoy anything. I was driving back and forth and fitting it all in. A new grandchild also arrived in between.

As I was wheeling home I notice a bright light behind me. It was the sun setting. I so wanted to take a photo of this for some time, but I am usually at home or somewhere else and I can only see it from afar and think how nice it would be to get that sunset in the camera. Today I achieved it all. On the way home in my chair, I turned the chair, looked back towards the West and I captured the sun shining in all its glory.

Now I am at home and noticed a red glow in the sky. I was immediately out with my mobile camera in the garden and the result is the photo above. That is my excitement.

RDP Saturday: Excitement

RDP Saturday: Hug

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A small village in the Atlas Mountains in Morocco, just outside of Marrakesh. The wife of the village chieftain welcomes us with her baby. It was a constant hug. Not the sort of hug we know in our world perhaps, but a hug, contact, contentment.

Today we also carry our babies with a similar specially constructed holder. We can often learn from the others. The photo was taken in 1990.

RDP Saturday: Hug

RDP Saturday: Ostentatious

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Not every day you get a new supermarket. It even belongs to the Swiss chain where I do my shopping and is within a 10 minute  walk from my home. I can even do it in my electric wheelchair within 5 minutes. It has been planned for at least a year. It used to be the place of my local car handler, but they moved out into an industrial area and so the time was ready for something completely different.

It opened its doors to the public last week. No. 1 son already had a closer inspection on the opening day and now it was my turn to have a look.  I have been occupied with other tasks lately, but my timetable is now looking normal for the next week and so I decided to have a look today. Of course the opening was crowned with extra 10% on purchases and the entrance had been decorated in the colours of the shopping centre, basically orange.

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As I approached the supermarket I could see orange balloons hanging in the air as if by a mystical hand. Unfortunately parking spaces are only 40 meaning that it is a continuous coming and going  waiting for the next free place, but it was all quite well organised in the Swiss way. I was thinking about actually entering the new supermarket with my wheelchair, but as I did not really have anything particular on the shopping list I just remained a spectator and took a few photos from outside.

Was this an ostentatious event? In a way yes, as it was in a place just on the borders of the town and neighbouring on housing estates. If you have a few odds and ends to fetch, just a bag full, this is now ideal, within walking distance and there is even a tanking station for your car gas.

RDP Saturday: Ostentatious

RDP Saturday: Imperceptible

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This is a so-called walker, something for golden oldies that have walking problems. You can fill it up with your shopping (or not) and just hold on to it and push. You can even take your walking stick with you in the special holder at the side, although walking sticks are a thing of the past. We golden oldies no longer need them, we have the walker.

And now you are going for a walk, after all that is what walkers are for. You can even fold them up and fit them into the car boot, but that might be a problem. It is only the professionals, like myself, that know how to do it.

First of all remove the lid (permanently) to the boot. It might not look better, but is in the way of the walker. The next step is to collapse one of the back seats in the car. Hopefully you have two seats and not just a bench. A bench will not work. So now your car is ready for the walker.

Fold the walker together, grip the lower metal parts leading to the wheels and lift it into the car. You might find it heavy, but practice makes perfect and the muscles on your arms will begin to develop. When lifting keep the wheels at the bottom, push it into the boot and make sure that the top part of the walker occupies the space between the collapsed seat and the upright seat. So not forget to remove the stick holding part at the bottom before collapsing the walker. Otherwise it will dislodge itself and might disappear somewhere in the car, or even fall out of the car boot when you again want to remove the walker and can even be somewhere underneath the car. I have made my negative experiences with this phenomenon. And now you can drive off.

The next obstacle to be overcome is removing the walker from the car boot when you have arrived: no problem. Just do it all in reverse. Do not forget to activate the brakes when unpacking the walker, otherwise it might make itself independent.

This is my imperceptible task for today. I do not often take my walker with me to the store as I have the trolley in the supermarket. Today was only a quick safari for a few bits and pieces so I did it all with the walker. Mr. Swiss also has a walker. He is almost a qualified walker person now, under my guidance. You must be more careful with inserting two walkers in a car boot, but I am always ready to give a healping hand.

Yes we are a team, walking side by side, each with their own walker. By the way I just love the German word used for a walker. We call it a “rollator” and we really do roll, perhaps with a slight limp. What does this have to do with imperceptible. Well it is a slow process until you become an expert.

RDP Saturday: Imperceptible

RDP Saturday: Punch

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I was never a fan of boxing and cannot see how it can be called a sport. Two grown men beating the daylights out of each other, suffering injuries, and either winning “by points” or a “knock out”. I am not sure what the points are, perhaps the guy whose nose no longer resembles a nose, but just a fleshy object in the middle of the face, or he has an eye where you cannot actually see the eye due to the swelling of the surrounding flesh. And a knock out? At least a clean one, laying on the floor and being counted out up to 10. You just hope that he wakes up again.

I remember as a  kid when there was a boxing match on the TV, and dad would watch it. My dad was a peaceful bloke, went to work and a family man, so how come he liked a boxing match: probably a man thing.

We had a few boxing clubs where I grew up, but I think it did serve its purpose to keep the boys off the streets and to let off steam in the boxing ring. My father-in-law and his brother were both amateur boxers and quite successful. Both were once amateur Swiss champions: welter and middleweight so the story has it, but that was many years ago. Even Mr. Swiss had some training with his father, but it was not his sort of thing.

The photo is from our local trade fair showing a demonstration from a local fight club.

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There was even a little kick-boxing involved and what about this.

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Even the ladies are now getting involved and showing their skills. I prefer to have my fights in the kitchen with the frying pan and cooking. I also have quite a punch with the vacuum cleaner.

RDP Saturday: Punch

RDP Saturday: Cushy

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My birds now have it cushy. Up to now they have been feeding from the ground. Mr. Swiss found it was too early for a laid table at the restaurant Birdhouse. I again begged to differ. Not wanting a political discussion about being too early or late, I again did my own thing and spread the birdseed on the ground in an appropriate place with some oatflakes. I also hung up a filled coconut with seeds embedded in fat for those that prefer to peck whilst hovering.

Unfortunately the coconut became a source of disagreement amongst the birds as they all wanted to peck and there was only room for one at a time.

Today I decided now was the time and the birdhouse is now standing thanks to No. 1 son who fetched it from the cellar: naturally in front of the window so that I can take photos at leisure not disturbing the birds whilst feeding. Now it is a:matter of wait and see what happens. Funny I noticed that our birds are the fattest birds in the area, I wonder why?

RDP Saturday: Cushy

RDP Saturday: Light

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Mr. Swiss worked for a Swedish company before he became a golden oldie and now and again had to go to Sweden on business visits. On one of the journeys he was presented with a souvenir of Swedeish Rörstrand pottery. When it is illuminated by placing a candle inside it shows Castle Läckö, a medieval castle in Sweden on a peninsula.

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RDP Saturday: Light