I was just settling down to some nice quiet relaxed moments in front of the computer, with my breakfast, and it ws disturbed by motor noise: loud motor noise. I decided there must be some action somewhere, so armed with my telephone camera I took a few steps outside to see what was happening. I then remember it was furniture collection day today. It was probably because I had no furniture, or other oversized objects to collect, I forgot the occasion. This happens twice a year where I live. I remember the days when we would begin to plan what we wanted to be rid of at least a month before and mark the date in our calendar. It was important, a last chance to make room and rid yourself of unwanted ballast. We seemed to be continuously collecting items of furniture we really did not need. The last time we moved we had to order a container that we could pile our unwanted lives into, which was afterwards collected by a company.
These days are now gone, thank goodness. It took more than 40 years before Mr. and Mrs. Anglo-swiss discovered that the best method of living an uncomplicated, ballast-free life was to live as if you were moving house at least once a month, if not once a week. Today everything is disposed of almost at once. “Do we need it?” and the answer being no, it disappears into the garbage happy hunting grounds. Any larger objects are assembled in our cellar for the next big collection. Cardboard and paper are collected every month and garden refuse also. Yes, we are now rubbish and ballast free. Our feline has survived, but she always disappears when the rubbish collection is being prepared, probably worried that she might wrongly be included in the bin. I know someone that has a very good systsem. A few days before it happens, she makes a tour of her home with her husband and they make an examination of candidates that could be disposed of. This time we had nothing, we have disposed of everything we no longer need. We no longer want to carry unwanted ballast through our lives. You can only sit on one chair at the dining table and do not need two, although we do have a few more – sometimes people pay visits and we cannot put them on the floor.
Something else came to my attention yesterday. My avocado tree is growing. Since March it has lived in this pot and made many leaves. It does not yet bear fruit, but its stalk is no longer a stalk but becoming a mini tree trunk with aspirations of wood on the stem. I think I am getting somewhere. Yesterday I was browsing in Facebook, for lack of something better to do, and noticed a link about “Why buy avocado when you can grow them youself at home”. Of course I immediately made a connection and there was a photo of an avocado tree, of manageable size, in the living room with about 10 avocados hanging from the branches. Thes gave me courage and I could already see my pot in a corner of the living room and Mr. Swiss and I grabbing an avocado from my own tree as a snack whilst watching TV. The article explained how healthy avocados are, a real energy fruit. They are not quite a fountain of youth, but do just about everything else. They have so many minerals and vitamins, it puts Popeye in the shade with his spinach. Avocados are the new health food, although the last time I served them in a sort of Angloswiss invented salad, they did not do my digestive system any favours.
However, I have decided to continue my experiment and we must find a nice agreable place for my tree inside during the Winter as I do not think it will survive snow and ice storms outside throughout the Winter months.
Today they are letting me out again and a shopping trip is organised to the local supermarket. I am quite excited, going places and seeing things.
Have a nice day/night everyone, make the most of it and hug your computer now and again. They really like it, it makes their day and they know they are loved.