Daily Prompt: A Fish Eye View

Fish in the River Aar

“Hey Fred, look a worm, very tasty.”

“Don’t touch it Joe, it is a trick, a two legged fish trap from those that live above out of the water.”

“How comes, it is alive and wiggling. I bet that would make a nice juicy meal.”

“Believe me Joe, it would not. It would mean the end of your days as a swimmer and you would arrive on a two legged fish dinner plate, or even worse you would be put in a tin.  Does not really make a big difference, eventually you will be eaten, swallowed and digested. Worms do not hang around in the river ”

“You’re wrong Fred, I have seen worms in the river, although they do not hover around like that one, they usually bury themselves.”

“Exactly. Believe me Joe, a real live worm would not dangle in front of our nose. It would hide and pounce when we are unsuspecting from the depths.”

“All the more reason to make the most of this worm.”

“No Joe, nothing good comes from above. When I was a baby fish, just out of the egg, my mum said never eat worms from above and my mum was very sensible. She remembered her sister Maud who saw one of those worms and decided to eat it.”

“And did it taste good Fred.”

“No-one knows, because Aunt Maud disappeared for ever. She still had the worm in her mouth as she was pulled up above.”

“You mean the waterless landscape, oh how horrible.”

“Yes Joe, to the place where there is no water, a very fishy end if there ever was one. We still do not know what happened, but we know you should ignore worms suspended in front of your nose. They mean no good. They just hang there and wiggle. No real healthy worm hangs and wiggles.”

“I suppose you are right Fred. It does look very appetising and tasty. Do you really think?……”

“No, Joe do not touch it, it will be your end. If you look carefully you can see a shadow behind the worm of one of those big fish with two legs, those that can live outisde of the water.”

“Yes, I can see it. But that worm looks so good, fat and juicy, we never see them like that othrwise.”

“Joe believe me, nothing good comes from above, and a worm that just hangs around waiting to be our next meal is not normal. Look Butch is arriving, the big carp from down stream, let him have the worm, we are better off without him in any case. He preys on the little fish like us.”

“Good idea Fred, let’s watch what happens. He is so stupid, he will only be thinking of his next meal.”

“And there he goes Joe, see what happened?”

“He’s gone. I saw him go for the worm and he seemed to go upwards.”

“Yes Joe, that could have been you.”

“I never did like Butch in any case, he would always feed on the small fish.”

“There must be a moral to this event, Joe. I am not sure what it is, but do not eat very worm that is offered. Your do not get something for nothing, even if you are a fish.”

Daily Prompt: A fish Eye View

Good Morning

Kitchen Flowers

I decided to take a photo of my kitchen table before beginning to say good morning. Note the computer in the background waiting for it’s entrance. Mr. Swiss is not so happy with my garden on the table, not that he has anything against plants, but he finds it takes time to make room for dinner plates etc. if we want to eat. I told him just shift the tablecloth with the plants on top to one side. We are three that eat usually, and so the fourth place remains free. We had a discussion on the pros and cons and it seems I won, as the plants are still there. My daughter-in-law made the tablcloth for me, by hand, and it is very practical as a centre piece.

Yesterday evening I was on my own, Mr. Swiss was playing drums with his band somewhere in town in the rehearsal room. Actually it was supposed to be the last rehearsal, because the room he has will no longer exist after January next year. The complete area has been bought by the big supermarket for storage or something like that: will probably be demolished and a new building will appear. It was a lucky find with the room, quite reasonable to rent, and there are not many places you can play the drums, or make music without disturbing the neighbours. However, the musicians found they could manage to squeeze in another get together during January. I think as a golden oldie, Mr. Swiss will no longer be searching for a new room. He can practice at home in our hobby room in the cellar, which also has light from a window and does not seem to disturb the neighbours.

Our appartment house has only 6 appartments, and they are changing hands. It is basically for private ownership and each appartment belongs to someone. We bought our ground floor appartment so it belongs to us, but others rent their appartments out and now and again parties move out and are replaced by new people. It used to be a golden oldie center, but gradually young families with children are moving in and I am glad. It livens the place up.

So what do you do when you are on your own for a complete evening. You sit at the computer, and suddenly realise it is time to eat. You make a couple of sandwiches for the evening meal and return to the computer room to eat the sandwiches, whilst writing blogs and uploading the 70 photos you had shot during the day with the camera. However, time flies and as I was putting the finishing touches to my work Mr. Swiss walked in. They are mostly golden oldies in the band and tire quickly these days, so late night rehearsals are a thing of the past. Actually I was thinking of an hour with my Kindle after the computer work, but Mr. Swiss was back, and so after analysing recordings of his rehearsal, it was TV time. He had recorded the latest episode of the East Enders whilst he was away. I did not bother with the TV, because I have almost forgotton how it works, and recording things on DVD’s is not my thing.

By the way on the photo above, you can see a somewhat dehydrated bromelia as a center piece. It is my first bromelia bought last year and has now served its purpose with a wonderful orangestalk in the middle. However, a plant is a living thing, so do not throw it away, you never know. In the meanwhile it has produced three new stalks from the basis of the leaves, and one of the dried up bits in the middle has split.

Bromelia

I took this close up this morning, although I know I have blogged about this strange appearance already, and even performed a macro on the fluffy bit. It is truly fascinating. Probably most people cut away the dried up remains of the flower, but not me, I am curious and want to know what happens next. I have not yet discovered the purpose of this hairy appearance, but suspect it was a sort of seed pods, as seed pods tend to explode to distribute the seeds, although I have not yet discovered anything growing here. Perhaps it was pollinated by a triffid. They are everywhere these days. Some even grow hair looking like a carrot and get important jobs in a government – but let us forget that.

And now I am on my way to explore other territories, such as an appartment. I hear from the noise of the Dyson, that Mr. Swiss is already making progress with the daily tasks. He will afterwards go on a safari for a few hunting trophies in the supermarket. I finished the raspberry jam this morning and we now only have a layer of marmalade, orange flavoured at the bottom of the second jar. I told him to surprise me with a flavour of the day for my next variety.

Have a good week-end, take it easy and remember, there might be a triffid in your garden so be careful where you tread. They tend to scream if you tread on them and they might even bite.