Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge: February 19, 2017

Garden Estate 19.02 (2)

On my way back from a walk to the river, I always pass a neighbour’s garden on the edge of the village. He had wrapped up his plants lovingly to protect them from the Winter frost. It really looks like something extraterrestrial.

Cat in shop Window

The sign at the bottom “zu verkaufen” means to be sold, but I am not sure if they meant the cat or the chair. And the cat? No it is not real but in the shop window, Mr. Swiss drew my attention to it and found perhaps we could buy it as company for our Tabby cat.

Chimneys Feldbrunnen16.02.2017

The chimneys on the house opposite.

Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge: February 19, 2017

Daily Prompt: Blur is not just blur

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There are blurs and blurs and when you reach the age where your actual age is a blur, then you are not really lost, it is just another way of life. If I remove my glasses, the world is a  blur. It never used to be a blur, I never actually needed glasses up to the day when I discovered a computer. I remember reading a book, no problem, but somehow I had focus in the middle and everything else around the middle was one big blur. I held the book closer but the middle also became blurred. I increased the distance and then the world was one big blur. Being a touch typist I never realised how blurred things could get because I always found the keys, my fingers never left my hands. At work the blur was still there when reading  various documents. There was only one remedy, visit an optician.

An appointment was made and for the first time in my seeing life at the opticians and I got my first reading glasses, so I chose a half glass, as I was not yet in the advanced blur stages. However, the blur progressed to an advanced blur and within a few years the focus in the middle of the book developped to a complete non-focus on the complete page, and my first bifocal glasses were born. Look down to read and look up to see the world, I became a member of the blurred society, I was wearing glasses. Of course not just any glasses, this was a fashion thing. I progressed from green to blue, in between I had a wire rim, large/round glass – I tried them all. I also noticed with time that the blur does not remain constant, the blur develops into discovering that in the world of blur nothing more has a sharp contour, the world is a becomes one universal blur.

In the meanwhile a new type of spectacle was discovered, there was no longer a need for bifocals, you could now have lens that automatically suit whatever you are looking at, but I have no idea what you call them in english, something like vario lens. Anyhow I have them and find them super, no more looking up or down just follow your nose, and as I have quite a big nose, it makes it much easier.

There is  of course a second type of blur that occurs mainly with golden oldies like myself. You are in the supermarket and see an old friend – they see you. You shake hands

“Hello Mrs. Angloswiss – how are you?” and of course you do not want to be unfriendly, you are even happy to see this person again, so you shake their hands. You let them talk and if you are lucky they do not realise that although you recognise their face, you cannot remember their name. You might manage “Hello sdklfjwo8uwrue and hope that they are not really listening to hear if you pronounce their name correctly, because you cannot remember their name. Yes, one of the embarrassing blurs of a golden oldie life. You worked with them perhaps for 20 years, they might have  been your neighbour, seeing them every day, but now their name is a blur. Your eye glasses do not help in this situation, you need a new brain with a new memory. There are some things that are a symptom of blurred age.

If it is a book author or a film actor you forget – that is no problem. Golden Oldies have computers and so Mr. Swiss says “you know that film with that actor that was killed in  a plane crash, he had blue eyes”. Of course I say,” but I cannot remember the name of the film, who was the actor?” and so we both dive into our computers or iPads and give a few hints – blue eyes, plane crash etc. etc. Somehow we discover what we were looking for, although the more information you can unblur about what you are looking for, the better.

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Daily Prompt: Blur is not just blur

Good Morning

Feldbrunnen to Solothurn 17.02 (19)

I see this tree when we drive home from a shopping trip. It is next to an office building and has probably been there for many years, more years than I have been here. I think I am becoming one of those tree related people that feel a relationship to trees. I must remember to hug a few today, just to show them that I am here. They love having their photos taken. They really come in all shapes and sizes, although there is a human touch when we saw off the branches and they begin to compensate with their strange formations.

And now back to daily life, although it is Sunday, meaning that I can begin to cook lunch (red cabbage with bacon and a saucisson, potatoes) and it will cook all morning slowly so no stress. I have a few cameras lined up in case a magpie, crow or sparrow will appear for the bird show in the garden. This morning they all seem to be sleeping, must have had a rough night with Saturday evening celebrations at the gatherings. The bread is outside and still waiting to be picked up.

Misty Morning

It is a misty morning and quite cold at the moment, which I hope means that during the day the sun will arrive as I plan another one of my marathon walks (with a cane for support) along the river this afternoon.

In the meanwhile the first crow has arrived and is calling his mates to tell them the “grub is up, come and get it”, and now there are two crows eating their breakfast with a mixture of tits and magpies sitting in the trees and observing the situation. Oh, what an exciting life I lead.

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The neighbours cat just walked across in front of my window. I thought I could get a quick photo, but there is a new cat in town, a young one, who has no idea of respect for the older generation of cats, and was chasing the older cat, so they have now both disappeared. My Tabby is sleeping through the whole performance on top of the cupboard.

I am now off to chop red cabbage and an apple as I like to cook an apple with the cabbage, gives it a good side taste. About half an hour before it has finished cooking I  add some apple vineagar, which also enhances the taste – I find. I love slow cooking methods as it gives me time to deal with other things, like taking my Dyson for its daily walk around the appartment and playing with my iron. I noticed there is a sort of pile of stuff to be ironed, so life will not be boring this morning.

There will even be a further instalment of my Sunday TV soap, Lindenstrasse, on the TV today – a German version of an english programme “Coronation Street”. One of the small pleasures of a golden oldie life. In between there will be photos to upload and blogs to write and I often find that my Sunday life is something like a full time job.

And now to go for the next exciting instalment of “Life with Mrs. Angloswiss”.