In our memory sticks another walk more than forty years ago when we went all the way down to the Grotto with our children. Old age is definitely creeping up on us now. Still, we are happy to be able to walk at all and go on outings like this one. It was so rewarding for us to spend last Sunday walking up to at least the first of many lookouts. I think this is also going to stick in our memory, especially since we did take a lot of pictures. It was a Sunday, and naturally because of this there were lots and lots of walkers about, many with very happy, lively children. Everyone was overtaking us! We are used to this by now that everyone is faster than we are. At most places we go to we are usually the oldest and slowest people around.!
In January I posted already some pictures of Peter’s walk and run on the oval. Two weeks later he did do the same again. For some reason I did not feel like going along with him then and gave it a miss. But when he went again yesterday I gave myself a push an went along with him. And I quite enjoyed the outing. However yesterday I did not take any pictures. So all the pictures I post today I took already in January.
Yesterday I put my toe shoes for a leisurely walk around the oval. After my walk I did a bit of reading in my kindle while I was waiting for Peter to finish his run/walk. Peter also had his toe shoes on. He loves to wear them on grass. As far as concerns all the signs on the pictures, I must point out that the danger of this summer’s fire season seams to be nearly over. It is nearly March now, meaning that it is not very likely that we get very hot days again. In January I wrote to one of the comments:
“It is a huge sporting complex, Robert. I did not explore all the areas. What I found remarkable is that they pointed out what to do in case of a bushfire. I guess the wooded areas have become more dense and there is more fuel now so that a fire has become more of a possibility since we seem to be getting more and more very hot days with very strong winds.”
As I said from now on there is probably not that great a danger any more. Our summer is nearly over. Apparently the bushfire emergency area is on field which is the John O’Dwyer Oval, the one where Peter does his training.
I did yesterday a bit of practising again, I mean I drove our car for a short distance in the Croome Sporting Complex area before we left to drive home. I just want to get used to driving again. Since I had this eye operation a long, long time ago I always was happy to leave it up to Peter to do the driving. So I must say I am shockingly out of practice. And I am nearly 80 now. I still have my drivers’ license though. I am asking myself again and again, should I really aim at keeping the license a bit longer?
Peter is going to have his eye operation in a couple of weeks!
From now on Peter would like to have a walk/run on this oval about once every two weeks. On Thursday he managed ten rounds on this grassy oval. Each round is 400 meters! Of course he wore his toe-shoes again. He likes to wear them on grass. This time the grass was not wet for it was well cut short. It was nearly nine o’clock by the time we got there, this meant any morning dew that may have been there, had already dried off. It was a clear sunny morning with a little bit of a breeze.
I occupied myself exploring the surroundings and taking pictures.
I noticed a lot of signs in the area.
On Monday, which was part of the Australia Day Weekend, we had ice-cream in Enmore, an inner suburb of Sydney. We went to the Cow and the Moon. They make terrific ice-cream. For $ 6,50 you can have three different flavours. And they give you a very generous helping of each flavour in a little plastic cup.
The yeast cake that daughter Caroline had baked for our visit, was very good. She had put fresh plums and crumbles on top and served it with beautiful fresh whipped cream. She baked such a big tray full. Lots was left over and so she packed up a few pieces for us to take home, which we did eat pretty quickly. It was so good! Yummy, yummy. Not so good for our intentions of not putting on extra weight, though! Matthew made us lovely cups of coffee to go with the cake.
Today is the middle of the week, Wednesday. For this afternoon I have an appointment with Scott again. He is the guy who’s helping me to have a pain free New Year! He is a FINCH THERAPY therapist. He makes me do a lot of exercises at home. I think my mobility is getting better. I don’t get puffed out so easily anymore. And this FINCH THERAPY is supposed to help when you have Carpal Tunnel Syndrome. So I thought I give it a try. My right hand is much better now after the operation. However I feel that my wrist needs strengthening a bit more. I am very happy that I can do with my right hand so many more things now that I could not do before the operation. (I can pour hot water into cups as long as the water jug is not filled up too much to make it too heavy for me! I can tie my shoe-laces, I can even fasten the hooks at the back of my bra and I can cut my toe-nails!)
I love to wear my toe shoes for a walk on the grass in Lakelands Park. The grass gets cut regularly by the council workers. Last week it was pretty short. In the meantime it has grown again a lot. At seven o’clock in the morning Peter and I went there for a walk. We both had put our toe shoes on. Peter had warned me that the grass might still be wet this early in the morning. But I pointed out that the sun had already been up for a while, that it hadn’t rained for several days and that the sun would soon get very hot. But Peter was right: There was a real lot of morning dew! We felt like walking through a wetland and our shoes became very, very wet. Peter did not enjoy this at all. After a while he became very grumpy. He blamed me for making us leave this early in the morning to walk over the grass. He said that never, never again was he going to do this. He felt just terrible. On top of it his knee started aching, and he couldn’t walk properly anymore. Poor Peter!
Coming back home, we noticed our shoes were full of grass bits. We brushed these off and left our shoes outside to dry. Peter rushed to the toilet and I made some coffee and toast for us. Peter soon felt happy again. I think next time when I see the grass being this wet I won’t go out on it but wait till it dries off a bit. Sorry, Peter, for making you walk on it today.
This walk was great for me. I feel so much better now after my Carpal Tunnel Release operation. Tomorrow we celebrate the first of Advent. We set up already our ‘Adventskranz’ with one candle. I can’t believe how quickly the year has passed. Wasn’t it only yesterday when I took another picture for advent?
This afternoon, when Peter came home from doing a bit of shopping, he lighted the candle and I made some plunger coffee. Then we enjoyed a quiet coffee break. We haven’t played any Christmas carols yet. But we should really be looking for some beautiful Christmas music soon. Ah, I think Peter got the message. He’s just downloading ‘Little Drummer Boy’. It takes a long time.The speed must be very low at this time of the day. We already had ‘Abendbrot’. At 7.30 I am going to watch ‘PARADISE’ on ABC TV.
I wrote the following during the last weekend in July.
“I had taken the painkilling tablets the doctor had prescribed for me. I was supposed to take three times two tablets per day, however not more than six a day with intervals of at of at least six hours. For three days I took the six tablets per day. On Friday I already felt much better. I walked a lot in the sun. The right hand didn’t feel as painful any more. There was still some feeling of pins and needles, but I was able to do a lot more house-work than during the past few weeks. Friday afternoon Irene and Marion came to my place. We played a game of scrabble as we always do when we meet on a Friday afternoon. Then we had our coffee break. And after coffee and cake it was time for some games of Rummy. Irene said she’d have to leave early for her son was to come to have dinner with them. She went home just before five. We had had three hours of togetherness. For me three hours was plenty. I honestly felt very, very tired and was glad when Marion decided to go home too. Maybe she would have liked to stay a bit longer. I don’t know. However I did not hold back and proclaimed that I felt dead tired and desperately needed a bit of a rest. I did lie down on the sofa in the living-room.”
When I go over this what I wrote in July I can see that really not much has changed. The doctor recommends an operation. It looks like I may have to go along with it. Tomorrow week I am going to see the specialist. He is probably going to book me in for this operation on my wrist. It is a pinched nerve I have in my wrist. There is a waiting list. I have been warned that it may take more than six months before I can have the operation. Well, I think my condition is not life threatening. However it can be rather painful at times. I can cope with a bit of pain, especially since I do take these pain killing tablets it is really not so bad. I feel always better when I can take relaxing walks, swim a bit and have a few laughs in good company. I also love to eat mostly vegetarian food adequately spiced with lots of different herbs. Everything I eat has to be soft enough for me to chew. This coming Friday I am going to get my new dentures. I am very much looking forward to this!
And I am looking forward to a great family reunion next Sunday: Our son from Melbourne is coming to visit us with his wife. They can stay for two nights only. Then they fly back to Melbourne. So on Sunday the whole family wants to meet somewhere for lunch.
Sometimes we need just a bit of encouragement to do something good for ourselves. When the doctor quite casually said to me the other day my health would improve if I did a bit of walking, I took this really to heart. I saw him some ten days ago and have been walking for about half an hour nearly every day since then. Last Saturday I didn’t walk because of some tremendous pain in my mouth. I did get some antibiotics prescribed for the infection in the mouth. So on Sunday (Palm Sunday) it had been much better already.
Just arrived back from my early morning walk. Peter came along with me. I appreciate this so much when he does this. Peter will be going for his little run towards the evening when it’s a bit cooler. Peter is happy to run every second day. Sometimes his knee plays up. Then he has to miss out on a run.
After my walk I’ve again been sweating a lot. Tried to get rid of most of the sweat with a towel (the way the tennis players do!). I think my body is more or less back to normal now. So I’ll soon take a shower and get ready to go out for some shopping.
Day after tomorrow (Saturday at ten o’clock) we have to be at another funeral. One of our neighbours, a dear old man age 86, died on Tuesday.
I hope I can make it to the Stations of the Cross tomorrow, Good Friday.
A balmy morning during an Australian summer. I hadn’t been to Dapto pool for quite some time. I thought today was the day. I remembered the school swimming carnival must have been on last week. I could then definitely hear voices from the announcements on the loudspeakers, which would mean the school swimming carnival was on. I knew from experience when this was on at the beginning of each year there was no chance at all to do any swimming in one of the lanes. All the lanes would be preserved for school children. So far so good. The school carnival was over, or was it? I was to find out soon enough.
I had planned to walk the short distance to the pool. However I did get delayed. Couldn’t find my swimmers. Took me ages to find them. Had absolutely no idea where on earth they ended up after my last swim a long, long time ago. Anyhow when I finally was dressed in my swimmers ready to walk to the pool, the sun had been out for a while already. The temperature was approaching 27 C (80 F). Peter suggested he was to drive me to the pool, pointing out it was already a bit too hot for me to be walking all the way.
Gee, I was very relieved Peter had offered to drive me. When we arrived at the swimming center the parking lot was packed full. So many cars on a weekday morning! This could only mean there was another swimming competition on. I took my camera out of the car and went to check. The swimming competition seemed to be well on its way. I took a few pictures and then when straight away back home with Peter who had been waiting for me.
I passed the outside wall of the building on the way to the entrance and noticed some beautiful paintings on the wall which I had not seen before. (This showed to me for how long I had not been this way!) So I took the opportunity to shoot some pictures.
The kiosk near the entrance was in business already.
A quick glance at the large pool and I was gone.
LOST IN BORONIA
“Have you got a watch with you, Mum?” asked my son. I showed him my watch. “All right,” he said. “Follow us for fifteen minutes. Then turn back, and we will catch up with you on our way back.”
Soon my husband, my daughter-in-law and my son were quite some distance in front of me. All three were runners who were training on a regular basis. My husband looked back once and waved to me. He seemed to be a bit reluctant to let me walk on my own.
However I followed them quite happily and confidently, glad not to have to move along as fast as they did. What on earth could go wrong on a footpath/cycleway? I was thinking to myself. After about ten minutes I reached some sports-fields, where quite a few people had gathered. There was also a large road with a lot of traffic on it. The track I was on, seemed to lead through an underpass to the other side of this busy road.
Close to the sports-fields was a nice landscaped area, which looked very inviting to me. Better to go there and avoid the narrow underpass, I thought. So I roamed about the landscaped area for a while.
The sun had come out a bit. I enjoyed the scenery, thinking about this and that, walking here and there. Then it was time to walk back on the footpath/cycleway. I started walking briskly again. All of a sudden, the area felt rather unfamiliar to me. I was not sure, whether I had really come this way before.
Why could I not remember a single thing about where I had passed before, I asked myself. How could I be so unsure, whether I still went into the right direction? I was no aboriginal, I thought. An aboriginal woman would never have lost her sense of direction as I had.
I decided, I would walk five more minutes. If by then I could still not see anything that looked familiar, I would ask some passerby for directions. A young father came along. He was walking behind his little son, who was on a bike: “Excuse me, could you tell me please how I can get to MANUKA DRIVE?” The man’s answer was: “Sorry, but I have no idea where Manuka Drive is.”
The next person I asked for directions was a woman jogger, who did not seem to be running very fast, so I dared to interrupt her serious exercise. She stopped and talked to me for a while, but she also did not have a clue, where Manuka Drive was. When she continued with her jogging, she called back: “Good Luck!” Maybe she thought, I was completely lost and needed an enormous amount of luck to find Manuka Drive. But I was still confident, that this big road, called MANUKA DRIVE, could not all of a sudden have disappeared. The bus went along there, for heaven’s sake! Why doesn’t anybody know, where this road is? I thought to myself.
Finally I met a woman with two dogs. She told me, I had to go back. The first road to the right was not Manuka Drive, but the second road to the right, that was Manuka Drive. “Second road to the right!” She repeated, as she left with her dogs.
Where I was, the track went into three different directions, but thanks to that nice woman with the dogs I knew now exactly, which direction to take. I saw the jogging woman again, who was on her way back, and I called out to her: “I have to go back!” Her good luck wishes seemed to have worked, since I did know my way now. All of a sudden it was no problem at all to find Manuka Drive .
I turned to the right and there it was, the beautiful grand house at the corner, where the family had moved to recently. When we all had left the house earlier on, the grandson had started doing Thai Chi on the lawn at the back. He was still doing it as I opened the gate to the backyard. “Have the others come back yet?” I asked the grandson. “Not that I noticed,” was his answer.
Well, the others arrived within the next five minutes. Was I glad that I had made it to be back before them!
LOST IN BORONIA (second draft)
I reached a large road with a lot of traffic on it. The track I was on seemed to lead through an underpass to the other side of this busy road. I looked around and saw a pleasantly landscaped area close by, which appealed to me more than this narrow underpass. I decided I would roam around the landscaped area for a while and then turn back to where I had come from.
After about five minutes I was back on the footpath/cycleway. I started walking briskly again. All of a sudden the area looked rather unfamiliar to me. I was not sure, whether I had really come this way before.
Why could I not remember a single thing about where I had passed before, I asked myself. How could I be so unsure, whether I still went into the right direction? I was no aboriginal, I thought to myself. An aboriginal woman would never have lost her sense of direction as I had.
Another five minutes passed. I still could not make any sense of where I was going. So I asked several passers-by for directions to MANUKA DRIVE. Nobody seemed to know MANUKA DRIVE.
Finally I met a women with two dogs. She told me, I had to go back. The first road to the right was not Manuka Drive, but the second road to the right, that was Manuka Drive. “Second road to the right,” she repeated, as she left with her dogs.
Where I was, the track went into three different directions, but thanks to the woman with the dogs I knew now exactly, which direction to take. I remembered “second road to the right” and sure enough, there it was, the beautiful grand house at the corner, where I had started from, and where the son and his family had moved to only recently. After all it was my first visit to this place. If I was going out again on their walking tracks, I would take a bit more care where I was going in order not to get lost again. But BORONIA is a beautiful suburb of Melbourne, no doubt about it, and I love it.
I wrote about having been lost in BORONIA quite a few years ago. I found both versions in my file. Which version do you like better, the first or the second one?
For years I’ve been walking with my neighbour Irene, usually for about half an hour early in the morning. I am 77. Irene is only one year younger. However she seems to be a great deal fitter than I am. I struggle all the time to keep up with her pace of walking.
Before my operation on the tongue last year I had to visit a pre-operation clinic. I was seen by three different women doctors who were all extremely friendly. During the interview with one of the doctors I mentioned that I had often trouble walking fast. She asked me then whether I liked swimming. I said I liked it very much. Her advice was then to go more often swimming rather than walking. I very much welcomed this advice and have often thought about it. Indeed I frequently went swimming in winter time last year. This was soon after the operation. I loved it.
Yet strangely enough, during last summer I didn’t make it to the pool very often. I decided now I am going to change this. Just a few minutes ago I thought of a plan which I want to write down now.
Monday, Wednesday, Friday: Walking and swimming in the morning
Tuesday: Thai Yoga from about 9am to 11 am
Thursday: 12 to 1 pm Gentle Heartmove Exercises
Saturday: Walking to buy the newspaper
Sunday: Walking to church
It’s not a great change in my schedule. The only significant change is the inclusion of swimming on a regular basis. Because of this I am going to cut short the walk with Irene and go to the swimming pool instead. I feel good to have made this decision. Please, wish me all the best that I am going to stick to it!