Not my rose (yet) mine are still in bud, but it will not be long, if it stops raining and the sun again appears. This was taken in the local flower section of the supermarket, but a rose by any other name etc. etc.
Daily Archives: 14/06/2016
Cee’s Fun Photo Challenge: Events
Every year we have the Tour de Suisse, a swiss international bike race. Most European countries have their own, the most well known being Tour de France. At the present moment the Tour de Suisse is taking place. This photo was taken in 2009 when the route came through our area. I was standing on the main road with my camera ready. The action is over in a few minutes, as they are very fast, so you have to be quick for a photo.
The local high school have their own jazz big band, all youngsters. Mr. Swiss and I attended their annual concert.
We have an annual Autumn Trade Fair known as HESO (Herbstmesse Solothurn). Mostly products from the area, but always a small zoo for the kids. The llamas are also at home in our area, I see them daily when driving to the supermarket.
One Word Photo Challenge: Candid
I do not take many candid photos, because suddenly they might not be candid, and you could have a lot of explaining to do. However, this guy was so busy with whatever he was doing behind a dust cloud, that he had no idea he would be the feature for my Pulitzer prize suspicious photo – Man at work in Switzerland. Actually it was the foundations of our new technical school in Solothurn, Switzerland, which has now just been finished.
Daily Prompt: Struggle – It’s all in the mind
Even lemons have their interesting aspects.Take a pboto of them, you do not have to buy them. If life gives you lemons, then go back to bed, they might go away. I have discovered that bed is a good place to solve problems, because by being in bed you do not have problems. If you have your iPad, iPhone, or whatever on the bedside table, it makes it all the more interesting. My mum always said that there is no such thing as having a problem, or a struggle, it is all in the mind, meaning it is all a figment of imagination. If this is the case, then I would say I do not have to write about struggles, they do not really exist, just a figment of imagination.
I do have a struggle to rise in the morning, not such a psycological struggle, more a physical struggle. My first steps are to open the blinds and let the light stream into the bedroom. These first steps are very uncertain, but I know that I can do it. This morning my back, as well as my legs, gave me a warning, but I ignored it and found my way to the kitchen where my struggle continued. I dropped some jam on the kitchen top, and so struggle No. 2 arrived, wiping it 
away. At the same time I had to co-ordinate my movements as the water was boiling for my tea. I took a quick glance at the table, but noticed that Mr. Swiss had already placed my computer in its accustomed place, so what could possibly go wrong. I glanced out of the window and it was raining again. As I was not going anywhere, I decided there would be no further problems and so I munched my breakfast contentedly. The next struggle was already on the horizon. I cleared away the remains of breakfast, did all the things a computer likes having done when you are finished with it: emptying the cache, running your Crap cleaner, and your anti virus programme. If I had used my Apple it would not have been necessary but morning is time for my Windows machine.
My vacuum cleaner was waiting. This is no struggle as instead of using some other means of support, the vacuum cleaner does the job just as well. It was then smooth running and I managed to clean the bathoom and the doors in the appartment with no big problem. Ok, it was a struggle, but a normal struggle and not an exceptional struggle until, yes, until I began to cook. It was ratatouille, the dish with zucchini, eggplant and peppers. This was programmed for a struggle. As I began to slice the zucchinni, three slices were already on the floor. Another struggle called for my attention to pick them up.
After lunch I decided to have a golden oldie sleep to avoid any further struggles with my life. Again I had to struggle to rise from the bed. That is a disadvantage with beds. It is easy to lay on them, but a struggle to leave them.
I am now sitting at my computer and struggling with writing this piece of blog. Mr. Swiss has left me to take a walk. At first he was going to town and invited me to go with him. I had to remind him that I was expecting a delivery from the DHL man and had other things to do. I intended to do my weekly kitchen intensive cleaning struggle, which only takes half an hour, but then it is finished for a week. Mr. Swiss changed his mind in the meanwhile and decided the journey to town would become a walk in the surroundings, as it look like it would rain. I told him a walk was in my programme for tomorrow, but today was not a day for struggling with a walk. My new cane should arrive today by DHL and I want to try it out tomorrow.
After writing this blog on the subject of struggle, I have come to the conclusion that it is depressing to write about struggles, as being a golden oldie it seems that everything is now a struggle. Even my computer had a struggle just now as it sort of lost the connection to the WordPress app, but I found it again, without any further struggle.
Enough is enough, I have done enough stuggling. I have other struggles waiting for me, although it is all in the mind.
Good Morning
Photo of the day I suppose. I was casting my eye around the table, whilst eating my bread and jam and found that these peaches would be something completely different. It is now peach and nectarine season in Switzerland. I am quite partial to a peach now and again although am not a big fruit eater. Mr. Swiss buys a kilo of peaches from time to time, but not just a peach. He has discovered the flat peaches. They are known officially as the Saturn or Doughnut Peaches according to the link I found in Internet.
Mr. Swiss is convinced that they are far better than any other peach he has eaten (he is a peach expert?), jucier and sweeter and easier to eat. I am always suspicious about these strange shapes of fruit that suddenly appear but for once I was wrong. They have been around for years like this and are now gaining in popularity. I envisaged a peach tree with flat glass containers hanging over the ferterlised flowers forcing the fruit shapes to flatten. I mean imagine the agony of growing in a flat atmosphere and being pushed into a shape you do not want. I was wrong (exceptionally I would add) they grow like this and so no harm was inflicted on the peaches concerned. I have not yet tried one, but am now tempted. For some unknown reason peaches and nectarines also reduce the carbohydrate content of the blood, meaning for diabetics, like myself, they are a positive fruit to eat. Of course the flat peaches cost more than the normal round peaches, but Mr. Swiss says they taste better, are jucier and now we have a bowl of fruit contining 4 flat peaches. I wonder if there is also a flat banana, I believe the straight banana already exists.
There are untold possibilities: a flat cucumber, flat apple, flat orange, and even flat raspberries, not to mention the flatter flattened flat peaches. One of the seven wonders of the fruit world.
In the meanwhile it is still raining and my feline has complained that her paws are developing webs in between the claws.
Yesterday DHL told me that the shipment of my new flower power designed cane with the parrrot similar handle, is on its way from Germany and should arrive today. I cannot wait to use it. The problem is that I do not need a cane when I go shopping, as I can cling to the shopping trolley. It even has a silver plaque on it with my name (at an small extra cost). I am now examining the online catalogue for my next design. There is one with a blue scottish plaid design, but in the male section.
It is Tuesday, bathroom cleaning day, so I must be on my way, although my bathroom is actually OK. It seems rumour has it that I am always cleaning. It is true, but I do not believe in big intensive cleaning sessions that give me muscle cramps in the arms and can influence my general relaxed style, avoiding profanities when possible. I prefer the light regular touch. It is less exhausting and everything stays under control and I am a much better person to get on with. Mr. Swiss has just left the room?
So lets put our minds to the day/night ahead. My friend in far off Massachusetts has already sent me an online good night greeting and I wished her a good morning, the wonders of modern technology. As she goes to bed, I arise – funny world we live in.
I now have other things to do – now how do you flatten an apple?
Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss 