Is this son of triffid, or sister of triffid. Neither nor, I discovered this new arrival in the flower department of the supermarket and yes, it is a bromelia, at least that is what the label said. I am not a botanist, but it could easily be contining the genes of a bromelia. Of course, I had to take a photo of that one, you do not see them every day.
The local train, Solothurn, Switzerland. Yes it was snowing when I took the photo last week.
A genuine double decker London bus, taken on one of my trips to London. The advertisement on the side of the bus is for my football team, West Ham United,, known also as the claret and blues, because that is their colours.
A Zeppelin flying over our aparment blocks and yes, it was public transport at the time. Edelweiss were celebrating 25 years as a Swiss airline and were doing a publicity thing. You could book a ride in the Zeppelin. It seems it was quite a success and very popular.
It is antique says Mr. Swiss, and he should know because he is a golden oldie, like me, so he recognises antique brass when sees it. Mr. Swiss brought these three wise monkeys with him when we married, and they still have a special place on his desk. Speak no evil, see no evil and hear no evil – so what could be better.
This is the nearest I got to beaver. We have beavers on our local river Aare, but you will be lucky to see one, and I do not think that often go for a swim in the River when it is snowing, so here is a beaver coloured tree in my garden.
Overworked were our grandmothers without a washing machine, modern kitchen equipment and having a working day that never ended. Our mothers, also to a certain degree, but things were improving.
I had a washing machine, washing up machine and all the mod cons necessary to look after a household and so I became a working woman for 30 years and really enjoyed my work. I never really felt overworked because every day brought a new challenge, and I was a fool for challenges. I still am if you look at my WordPress history. There came a day when a brain or logistical organisation was no longer required. You were tranformed into a robot. You no longer followed your orders through until delivery in some strange corner of the world, where knowhow was required. You just participated in a small part of the journey, because the organisation was no longer in your hands. Suddenly the word “work” had a meaning. The word “intelligence” or “knowhow” was obsolete.
You were being organised. There was someone else, who knew it better, whereas that someone else was probably in the right place at the right time and possibly only a little more than half your age. You were reduced to a person sitting at a desk doing the right thing at the right time, no matter how boring or monotonous the work had become. It was now time for profits, and assembly line work. Your job was to process the orders, even if they only arrive late in the afternoon, and get them delivered on the same day. Everything else was done by someone else on the line. Of course somone asked once, is it possible. Do you say yes or no, you say perhaps, because you really do not know and want to keep your job and wages. And so life goes on.
Until one day you discover that problems with the new “organisation” become more and more confusing. One day, after a confusing day, you go home and tell your partner you cannot go to work tomorrow. After almost 30 years I was this far. The partner was worried, had noticed that I was not as I used to be concerning my work. He immediately made an appointment with his doctor, also a specialist in such matters and the next day I was sitting in the doctor’s surgery instead of going to work. I was diagnosed with a bad case of “burn out”. Now this is something and nothing. It seemed to become a “fashion” illness and many were just nodding their heads and thinking “another one with the burn out”, but I was ordered to stay at home for at least three months because I could no longer do it.
I remember the time when I could not even enter a supermarket on my own without being confused by the many people surrounding me. I lost part of the grip on my life because of a silly “burn out”, just two words that had become a modern way of staying at home, or two words saying this person is ready for a nervous breakdown due to the new methods of work. What does it matter really? I returned to work working half time after three months abscence. In the meanwhile the work system had been changed and I noticed there were more people coping with a process I was doing on my own – I wonder why.
I was already approaching golden oldie age, although there were still offiially a couple of years left in the old goat, but eventually I was given an early retirement. I would say I was handled fairly and I am not complaining, that is now many years ago.
Just a few days ago I was talking to my other half, who also had to have an early retirement due to health reasons, and we reached the conclusion that this was so not important what happened then. Life goes on and there is always someone that takes your place. No-one is indispensable. After I cleared my work place, two weeks later someone else was sitting at my desk.
No, I was not overworked, just burnt out, although the interpretation of those two words is left to those that have experienced its meaning on the body and mind.
At the moment our ways are not so comfortable for a walk. In between there are a few clear patches, but make sure you are wearing sensible shoes.
However there are certain buildings that are enhanced by snow. This is our local cathedral in the town of Solothurn, Switzerland. There is an arch on the right, the Basel Gate, where you can enter the town and the cathedral is the first building you see.
The entrance to the parking at the local supermarket, full of walkways and roads.
Yes, I am still alive, but just about. The cold got me yesterday and after completeing my morning ritals of cleaning, shopping and cooking I collapsed into bed after lunch and was still there until my real bed time, although I managed to arise some time in the evening for an hour for a body inspection to see if I was still responding. I was coughing, sneezing and in between succumbing to a coma like sleep. I did not actually have temperature, at least I do not think so, but I was not feeling very comfortable.
I will see what I can do today. At the moment I feel again more or less human, but I have some things probably to catch up on, although WordPress is not, or should not be, a full time job, you know just for fun. This morning I managed to drag my weary body around my living spaces, my body not being so alive at the moment, and even eat breakfast.Yesterday was a day of fasting and since yesterday lunchtime I ate nothing. I am now showered, and ready to go, although am not exactly the life and spirit of the party.
In the meanwhile Mr. Swiss again returned to bed, as what I have, he had first, and still has it. After 48 years of marriage (on 4th February) we still share everything. The problem at the moment being that our conversations revolve only around colds and coughs and sneezes and feeling generally miserable. He is now relaxing with his Kindle on the settee and I am writing a blog in the kitchen – I suppose we all have our own methods. As long as my headache does not return, everything should be ok.
And now to catch up on a few comments, and perhaps a challenge or two. I also have a few photos to upload onto the computer.
I think yesterday was the first time in a couple of years that I did not manage a daily prompt. If the theme had been based on misery I would have had something to write, but my head said no and so did my body.
If the dreaded does not get me again this afternoon I might be back.