I used to do a lot of strolling, but lately I seem to spend more time strolling in the appartment. The furthest journey I take is to the porch, where i am now sitting with the computer. I used to go on long walks, but am tired after half an hour, and get a bit unsteady on my pins (legs for those that do not speak cockney). I shot this photo down by the river on a stroll, but the reeds were stopping me strolling further.
The only person strolling here at the moment is Mowey. He is not a person? Of course he is, he goes on his merry way daily always at 3.30 p.m. for half an hour and keeps the lawn tidy. Every blade of grass that grows during the night, has a controlled cut, the removed growth falling onto the earth and serving as fertiliser for the lawn. It is all the recycling process of nature. Unfortunately when the gardener arrived, he decided that the lawn needed a refreshing action. We call it vertikutieren, and the english translation I found was thatching the lawn. The idea is to scrape out all the old dead grass, comb the earth and let is breath again. Unfortunately his enthusiasm got the best of the gardener, he knew no borders, and thatched too much and too deep, with the result that we have a few bare patches. We contacted the chief gardener, he came along and decided that there had been an assination attemt on the grass, but he will give it the breath of life with a few fresh patches of new grass. In the meanwhile Mowey just scrapes through the parts where the lawn used to be.
The next stroll through the garden and the surroundings was undertaken by Mr. Swiss. He discovered a corpse, something that was dead. We heard no screams, it just gave up, and drew its last breath on the patio. It is a larger example of the race, and according to logic something bigger must have killed it. On the other hand I have the impression that it died of old age, or perhaps a kamikaze flight into an immovable object such as a window or a porch table leg. We will never know, but let us have a few minutes respect for this bee.
This morning I went for a stroll in my father’s room at the extra care home where he is now residing. My friend visited him and took her iPad with her. She called me with the Facebook messenger and I answered with my iPhone Facebook messenger. I cannot praise this messenger thing enough, the wonders of modern computer techniques, although my friend and I are still training. Just press the button and we are talking. Progress to pressing the video camera icon and we see each other when talking. The next step is to hold your apparatus where you are and take a stroll with it. I saw my dad, who was very sleepy at the time, I saw his room and spoke to and saw my friend. I was in the kitchen in Feldbrunnen, Switzerland and she was in a care home in Romford, Essex, Great Britain. It could not be better and it costs nothing. Yes, it is great to be a cyber golden oldie, you take strolls and still feel fit afterwards and they cost nothing.
I then passed my phone onto Mr. Swiss who held it on his ear. I gave him instructions that with these advanced cyber calls, you must hold the phone at arms distance to get your full photo on the screen. He is getting there, although to be quite honest it was Mr. Swiss that assisted me with my iPad dilemma yesterday. I now have a full working clean iPad that only talks english to me. I do not know how that happened as it was German speaking, but no problem. I can do both, but am more used to the german words on a computer and its accessories.
It is now quiet in the garden, Mowey has mowed, I still have a dead bumble bee next to my computer and think I will now take a stroll to see what my feline is doing. It is time for her daily photo for her blog. She is already sharpening her claws.
Daily Prompt: Stroll