seven weeks, we are now here on our sunny island. Now it was time - Hans Christian times had a haircut. Since we are used to go to the hairdresser in the city, it would be added may be difficult with the wheelchair. I had a Hairdresser herself on the South Beach boardwalk and so we went there today. The whole promenade from the marina up to the three high-rises. Hans Christian was not particularly excited just yet was because of his failed nap on the sofa.
The hairdresser was very nice and embellished Hans Christian in a short time. Now he also liked feeling better'm no longer in the tooth gap that oppresses him for some time. In high spirits we set out on the way home on the South Beach boardwalk. The late afternoon sun came out from behind the clouds and shone in our faces. My husband was looking forward to the many people who were on the promenade. Many families with smaller and older children were there. 
And then I asked, do you eat an ice cream? Oh yes, he wanted to. Such a reward for the haircut, it had previously always been when we went to the hairdresser in the city. Back there on the beach castle, the big apartment house, there is an Italian ice cream parlor. Since we wanted to eat ice cream together. 
And there I was with a blue and white striped beach chair and I asked spontaneously: Will you put into it, you there? Oh yes, Hans Christian wanted to. Quite easily, he was in my arms on the wheelchair and had to sit in the beach chair - after a "little waltz turn," as I call the 180-degree turn always. Really happy he was until I sat down next to him in the beach chair. I ordered two ice cream for us and thought of the last visit to the ice cream parlor for four or five weeks ago, when it still was difficult for my husband, ever lead to the spoon to the mouth. And now he was leaning back smiling and happy in the beach chair, the tiny little table stood some distance away. Would he be able to eat ice cream here at all? I said yes he could put in one of the comfortable wicker chairs. No, he did not want.
And what happened next felt like a small miracle: My husband beamed across the beautiful ice-cream, leaned over and spooned be ice, quietly and with great enjoyment. Almost nothing spills on his bright trousers. With growing amazement I watched as he sat straight and without back there, no how else to fall back, and as he calmly led the spoon to her mouth. Relieved, I ordered a sparkling wine, which tasted to me as good as ever.
The sun came out again all over and beamed at us, we both sat warm and cozy in the beach chair. We looked at the beach promenade, watching the walkers, the children saw while playing in a small toy helicopter over to. Here we had never sat, it was a beautiful new perspective, a new experience in our island.
I remembered my first trip to Fehmarn, when I'm gone on arrival always first and foremost on the beach promenade, and I inhaled the good sea air. And I told Hans Christian, as I was then moved in the autumn on the beach and sat in one of the few remaining from the summer beach chairs had - sheltered in the October sun.
I thought of the house that had fallen the day before us so well, and where a blue-white beach chair stood on the terrace. Yesterday I had thought that what we do with a beach chair! But now - happy to sit in a beach chair and look into your own garden, which was published We both beautiful. And we talked about our possible move soon to Fehmarn were pleased us both out.
How warm the sun was at this early evening - hard to believe, but yesterday, where it had rained so much that it was believed that it never listen to again. But today was pretty mild August weather again - this is the peculiarity of the climate here on the sunny island. It stays warm, even after a rainy day. The sky is blue, the sun is shining and the beach are the last swimmers in the water for some sailing boats. We were once quite sure that we have made the right decision, not to move to the island. To 19 clock we broke up, because I did not buy fish at the harbor for dinner. We went merrily on the beach promenade, which means I ran and pushed the wheelchair my husband would have sung the most. My husband probably because he smiled at the people on the road and said hello to them cheerfully.
Fast banal this story? One might think. Luck is not very simple, almost banal? When we were at home in our little apartment, our luck was enhanced by a wonderfully bright evening sky. Later, it was delicious smoked fish for dinner, I had taken the port Burgstaaken. On the way back on the beach avenue I could see the sunset, we then at the end of this beautiful day enjoyed with dinner.
Forsbach Beate, 13 August 2010
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