Ten more days…no, now it is nine…
Calendars in our house have count-downs to seeing our grandson, who lives on the other side of the world with my daughter Mary and husband Richard. They pay the rent and fix the food, so he keeps them around.
Skype is a marvelous invention; I know I have mentioned that a few times each a month. This morning Mary asked if I could go swimming with Benjamin at the marvelous water park in Bern.
|We can do that.|
The look on my face and the stuttering words said something to the effect that sure-I-can-swim-with-Benjamin.
The internal dialogue:
Do I own a swimsuit?....One that fits?....One that I could be seen in public wearing?.....Will I have to shave my legs?....Should I buy some artificial tan stuff to cover my Irish white skin?....What if something happens?...
Basically, Benjamin and I are hitting the chlorinated artificial waves this summer! Kow uh bunga!
The video below is not in Bern, at all.
No, we will not be be taking this or any other similar ride. Wading pools-here we come!
|City of Bern is also "City of the Bear"|