The week started with a holiday in catholic countries. It is August 15, the Assumption of Mary who went to heaven, I don't know why it was on the 15th because at that time our calender didn't exist yet. Well there are so many fairy tales in religion.
I think most of the people didn't even know why they had a day off and as it was on a Monday, lots of them went to the sea for a long weekend.
My printer which had worked twice was again on strike and I tried myself this time to fix it, but there is no wifi connection from the printer to the computer. Well I will start again.We still had 31° but it was windy so I stayed the whole afternoon on the terrace protected by my fugitive parasols. This time they didn't fly away.
Isabel was not satisfied that the printer still didn't work, it was connected to the internet and the computer too, but they didn't recognize each other. I had discovered a HP helpline where a very friendly lady, locked herself into my computer and did everything for me ! Isabel and I were sitting in front of the screen and looked with huge eyes at the screen where a "ghost" clicked and wrote and put numbers, and then made a test and it worked !!! Unbelievable, it's a pity we hadn't done that before, we hadn't seen this help link . It was like a technician coming and do it personally, but here the lady worked from home for HP I know it because I heard a baby cry ! That was really nice and doesn't cost anything. They also do other reparations.
Nicole had asked me to take her again to the retirement home where Rick had been, but when I arrived she was in such a bad state, that I told her it's better to go on another day. She could hardly walk and was terribly tired. She immediately agreed and I stayed a bit with her, but then I had to return. I talked to her daughter because I think she doesn't really realize, that her mother is declining. I know only too well what that means. Hard decisions to take.
My three dresses I had ordered on Internet "on sale" arrived, fit perfectly, not the best quality, but what should I do with quality and pay 3 times more ? The dresses would last longer than I ! So when I get fed up of them I just give them away.
Once per year I have to go for a check up to the pneumologist for my chronical lung disease. He had moved and I had to drive a bit further on into the next little town. It was a nice, very modern little hospital, very well equipped and not such a huge factory like building in which we have to go when we have an accident. Otherwise you are free to choose where you want to go. This counts for everybody.
The doctor is a real nice man, and takes his time to chat, then I went through the breathing machines and at the end he had asked for an X-tray this time. Apparently it's a bit worse but he said that could come from my actual situation and the stress I went through. He wanted to call me if there was something special, otherwise I could keep my actual treatment and as I haven't heard from him, it should be OK.
I started to recuperate old pictures which are on a back up, from when we were freshly married and for the second time in Italy ! Long forgotten memories came up !