A late good morning, but I hugged my bed as it was warm and comfortable and sleep decided to fold its tentacles around me and infiltrate my body. I was a victim, but a happy victim. With reluctance I severed myself from its bonds and rose. I arrived in the kitchen to find an ice sculpture in the sink. Mr. Swiss informed me that temperatures were -10°C outside and this was the frozen water from the bowl outside that we leave for any wandering animals across our porch during the night, inclusive Tabby our feline. Tabby also has water inside, so she did not bother with the outside water. I think she is allergic to cold, snow and ice. I decided to preserve our ice age by taking a photo.
We distributed the usual morning goodies for the birds and this time they did not need a second invitation, they did not even quarrel. There was not time to spare. The chief crow arrived with his wife and stuffed their beaks and the magpies were also making the most of the feast, at a safe distance. No-one goes near the chief crow, he is now the biggest bird here. He no longer hops around, but it is more a waddle.
My next stop was to see how my amaryllis was developing.
The second flower has now opened, and there are still two to go.
Leaving the amaryllis to recover from the strenuous night of producing flowers, I will now enter my recovery process. Actually I planned a nice restful day today – it just happened. Yesterday evening I was alone again at home. Mr. Swiss made his way to his rehearsal room and the other members of his golden oldie jazz be-bop group met for a session. One arrived on the train from Italy ten minutes before the session (that is dedication to jazz) and the others were in the area. As it will be the last rehearsal session for a month they were all ready to go.
I spent some time on my computer session, blogging and uploading photos – what else does a golden oldie have to do? I actually intended to catch up on some reading, but then discovered a few things that needed ironing and decided to perform the weekly orchid water donation session instead of Saturday morning. This all whilst the computer was gradually closing down for the evening. Yes the stress of a golden oldie life is endless. Eventually my orchids had their weekly bath, and were back on the shelf. The ironing was put away in the cupboard and I stretched out on my stressless comfortable chair with my Kindle. My iPad and iPhone were on the table next to me – life was perfect.
And then it happened. I hear a distant noise of the entrance door to the parking lots in the cellar – there were footsteps and a key turned in the door. Even golden oldie jazz drummers no longer stay out so late in the evening, and I was no longer alone at home, Mr. Swiss returned. It was finished with Kindle reading as we were now watching further instalments of Scott and Bailey, our favourite english detective series of the moment on DVD. I was, of course, glad that Mr.Swiss managed to brave his way driving over ice and snow to returnsafely.
Today I will not go anywhere for anything. I will be the domesticated cyber housewife, tending to the needs of the family and the computer.
Enjy the day everyone – I will be back when the computer calls.