RDP Sunday: Colour

Impressions of September monthly market in Solothurn

How many different colours can you see? There are so many you cannot count them all. Now my dad would probably see only half of the colours because he would have difficulty to sort out the browns from the greens, perhaps even a red might be confusing. Yes, he was colour blind. My mum would have to take a good look before he went anywhere, just to make sure that his feet were both wearing the same coloured socks. Perhaps he might have a brown sock on the right foot and a green one on the left.

And now let us turn the clock forward. My youngest son was a teenager and had a sight test at school. It was then that they discovered he needed glasses. No big problem, many need glasses. Mr. Swiss had glasses when I met him. My glasses came later in life due to a computer most probably. At school they were very thorough with sight tests and so my son was given the dotted pictures in various colours where numbers were shown: perhaps there was a 5 in pink dots with a brown background of dots and No. 2 son had to recognise the number. Sometimes he saw a shape and sometimes he saw nothing. In other words it was proven that he was completely colour blind  – history repeats itself. Now and again he would also be dressed for school and I had to inspect his feet to make sure that they matched in sock colour.

His dad was not colour blind and I was not colour blind, but my dad was colour blind. Now it was all my fault that No. 2 son could not see the difference when choosing the socks to wear. I base it on socks, because they always arrive in pairs – if they are the same colour. I was a carrier of the gene.  My colour blind son passed the driving test and I asked how he could see if the traffic lights were red, yellow or green. He said quite easy, they have different shades (note shades, not colours).

Now we have to go into the details of the problem. Women are rarely colour blind, although it can happen but daughters from a father can carry the colour blind gene and I was a carrier, so No. 2 son was colour blind. He has now become a father to a son, so I am wondering how this will turn out.

I asked how does a woman become colour blind, it is possible. She must be the daughter of a father that is colour blind and a mother that is a carrier, like myself- Yes life’s colours can be complicated. Apparently animal eyes are not even capable of seeing colours. My cat says who cares, If it moves and smells good, then eat it. Colours make no difference, they don’t smell or have a particular taste.

RDP Sunday: Colour

Good Morning


The mornings are getting better and now I even see traces of the planes that have flown by. Yesterday there was a splendid view of the alps with all the peaks in their full glory, but I just did not have the opportunity to take any photos. I was driving down from the village where the supermarket is and they were spread out before me. Our supermarket is in the village of Langendorf which is an uphill journey as it goes towards our house mountain, “Weissenstein” in the Jura. I used to take such photos from the car when Mr. Swiss was driving, but now I do not even take my camera with me, just my cellphone for a few photos. I cannot do a photo shooting when I am driving unfortunately. It’s perfect weather for a camera shoot at the moment, but I will be at home this afternnoon.

Yesterday I actually managed to fix up my new camera. Luckily I know the workings of the Nikon cameras (this is my third) and they are all similar. I sort of squeezed a few minutes in and took a couple of photos. There are now crocus flowering in our wild meadow and I noticed even a couple of the early ones at the edge of my garden.

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It is so much easier with the zoom lens now as I do not have to change the lens (which I am usually too lazy to do at home) as it is permanently on the camera and has a range from 18-300 which covers almost everything. I now have my eye on a wide angle lens, but they are a little in the higher league of prices, over a thousand francs, but I am thinking about it.

I am now at an age where I really ask what am I saving for. I worked all my life and for the remaining years (OK I am not really ready to go yet) I should have some benefits. I cannot take the cameras with me when I go, as I am not sure if I will be able to upload the photos on WordPress afterwards (OK, I love a little black humour now and again). And if I stand at the local castle on the hill and take a photo of the alps. depending if you have a good visibility day, I would get the whole range and not just the big three (Eiger, Mönch and Jungfrau). I am thinking about it.

I now also have a car to finance as well. Being a golden oldie you still need money, but there are no more perks to hope for. The government does not increase its pensions every year to suit the cost of living index like it used to be when working, and you just have to stretch it a bit more.

And now to move on. There are things to do, life is never boring when you are a golden oldie, and you must still eat, so I will be cooking. I also have No. 1 son’s bed linen to iron and a few other bits and pieces.

Have a good day everyone, and may it be a good one.


FOWC with Fandango: Paradise


Last Wednesday I went to the supermarket. It was 13th of the month I remember. Actually I walked past the entrance as I wanted to take the lift down to get something in another shop. There was a young lady standing at the entrance and she asked me if I would like an apple. I took a good look, but she looked quite officiallly dressed standing next to a sack full of apples.

She gave me an apple, with a brochure and told me they were the best apples you could eat, full of mouth watering deliciousness, never to be forgotton. Perhaps she was overdoing it and I was sure I saw a flash of red in her eyes as she said these words.

I walked on with the apple in my bag and took the lift. When I had fiished my business on the lower floor I returned to the supermarket to get the the remainder on my shopping list. The lady was still standing there and gave me another apple. I told her she gave me one as I walked past a few minutes before. She said that is OK, she cannot recognise everyone and I should just accept a second apple (did I hear a strange laugh in the background?). I was glad as I though Mr. Swiss would also appreciate an apple.

She was no longer there when I left the supermarket and her place was empty. There was just the empty sack on the ground. Did I see something moving i the sack, did I hear a hiss, did something squirm quickly across the floor? I decided my imagination was playing tricks on me.

We still have the apples at home, and they are looking as fresh as ever, but I decided not to take a bite – you never know.

FOWC with Fandango: Paradise

RDP Saturday: Lost

I never get lost, but there are other things that do.

iPhone X

For example Mr. Swiss and I both have a mobile phone. They are our lifelines to the outside world, they accompany us wherever we go, at least they should, but nobody’s perfect.

“Have you seen my phone.”

“No idea.”

“Can you call me?”

And so I call Mr. Swiss and somewhere in a dark corner we both hear a phone ringing and we follow the sound until we find it. I am also not innocent. Mr. Swiss calls my number and eventually it is somewhere in the pocket of a jacket, in my walker, or perhaps next to the bed.

There is of course another problem which can happen. I call Mr. Swiss, or he calls me, and we hear nothing. This is either because Mr. Swiss forgot to charge his phone and it is dead, perhaps he muted it, or mine is still on flight mode because I switch it off through the night to guarantee a good sleep and forget to switch it back on again. Mr. Swiss only gets  the voice on my phone telling him I am not available. It also might be that I have switched the telephone to mute because WordPress are continuously reminding me that I have a like or comment. That does not bother me at all, it’s alive and someone is communicating. It bothers Mr. Swiss as he might be reading a book and watching a TV programme and all I see is a flashing light from the screen if it needs me.

And so two golden oldies are constantly searching for their mobile phones.

RDP Saturday: Lost

Good Morning


If you do not know where to begin in the morning, then a sunrise is always a good thing because that is where the day begins. Our weather is now bordering on Spring. The mornings are a bit frosty, but during the day it warms up and you ask whether it is still necessary to wear a winter jacket.

I did not expect yesterday to be a good one, but I survived. I had to go with Mr. Swiss to the hospital an hour after lunch there was no time for a relaxing sleep of a couple of hours, but I managed to squeeze in half an hour. I stayed at home in the morning, postposing my week-end shopping to after lunch whilst Mr. Swiss was at the hospital. And so I was yet again refreshing my driving knowledge by driving to the hospital and afterwards through our town up the hill where the supermarket it. As I finished the shopping he called to say he was finished at the hospital, so another drive through town to pick him up. He is OK health-wise, just getting older and is no longer driving a car, so I am now the only mobile person in the family, although I am not sure how mobile.

What I do know is that I will have to rethink a bit. As I now have to do it all on my own, I realise that “me” time is dwindling. I have my various hobbies: writing, photography and relaxing with a book, but in between washing, ironing, cooking, shopping and household, I have to replan a little. Mr. Swiss helps me where he can, but is also no longer as fit as he was.


One bright moment in the day was that my new camera and lens arrived, but coupled with the fact that I only had time to unpack it, the bright moment dimmed a little. Luckily I am acquainted with Nikon cameras, so know basically where what is. One new development is that you can now download an app and connect it to you electronic device, be it a iPad or Phone. I had a look, and found it not more complicated as other electronic stuff, but decided it would be no great advantage for me. I could download the photos direct from the camera onto my phone and name them and their location would be recognised. Flickr already has those options and I know where my photos are. From Flickr I also get the web address to upload the photos. I also noticed in the explanation that there were a few “ifs” and “buts” and so 100% foolproof in the result of the functions it is not, so I decided to leave it for the time being.

I have had absolutely no opportunity to take a wheelie lately and this afternoon I am again on a quick trip to the supermarket with a few bits and pieces I had forgot. I am not a keen visitor of a supermarket on Saturday afternoon.


I did manage to finish baking my week-end bread this morning. I buy it half done, and all I have to do is to complete the process of getting nice and brown in the oven. The bread is fresher that way. I used to make them myself from scratch, but that is also a thing of the past. I am even now getting rid of various baking dishes I have as I realised it must be a matter of years since I last baked anything. I prefer baking on my computer.

And now to the next state of my life, preparing dinner. It will be a Hungarian goulasch, but once the meat is cooking I can forget it until lunch time.

So here is a mixture of marigolds and fuchsia to accompany you on your way through the week-end, which I hope will be a good one.

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