The photo shows a laden persimmon tree under a road bridge. I took it today with my phone so the quality isn’t fantastic, but the point is the contrast between the golden fruit and the various un-aesthetic structures and barriers around it.
I’m feeling a similar contrast at the moment. There’s on the one hand the physical beauty of where we live, the tranquillity, the security, and on the other hand the excessive bureaucracy.
A case in point. I phoned this afternoon to ask if Clive could change from two-piece colostomy bags to one-piece, both of which types he’s used in France. Bear in mind that a tight – cruelly tight – rein is kept on quantities issued in Italy.
The steps are as follows:-
- receive samples sent by post – obligatory but there will probably only be enough for a couple of days
- decide if they’re OK and tell someone in the hospital department who may or may not answer the phone
- do something inventive to bridge the gap as last month’s supply will by now have run out
- collect a letter from the hospital department (an hour’s round trip not counting waiting in line)
- drop the letter off in the pharmacy (40 minutes round trip) and wait for the doctor to pick it up
- collect the prescription from same pharmacy a couple of days later if the doctor hasn’t forgotten to write it
- take the prescription to the ‘distretto’ (Thursday mornings only) to get a new monthly supply sheet
- take the sheet to the pharmacy if one can be found that is prepared to order the material
Pier, crash barrier, shack, gate, wire fencing – the persimmon tree’s surroundings don’t come close!