Share Your World – February 20, 2017

When you cut something with scissors, do you move your jaw (as if you were about to chew)?

So I walked to the place where I keep the scissors and cut a piece of paper and I noticed my mouth remained shut andmy jaw did not move. Of course, if I had not been careful and cut myself, I would have spoken (profanities) and probably moved my jaw to signify “ow”.

Do you chew your pens and pencils?

No, unless the ink or lead would be vanilla flavoured and who needs pens and pencils when you have a computer, iPhone or iPad? Just keep your finger nails at a decent length – what could possibly go wrong?

Are you a collector of anything?  If so what?

I used to collect money, but somehow the collection never really grew, and now that is finished. You do not even see the money, it all goes through the computer. I collected stamps when I was a kid and still have my collection.

Feldbrunnen to Langendorf 20.02 (7)

Now I seem to collect cameras, various lens and photos. I now have about 18,000 photos online. This photo is just representative of a shot of the St. Urs. Cathedrale in Solothurn, Switzerland I took this morning from the car. I also collect books to read, but on my Kindle as I no longer have room for real books.

What size is your bed? 

Big enough for me and Mr. Swiss. Swiss system: two beds placed together, everyone has their own pillow, own sheets and own duvet and own mattress. Sizes only interest me when I need new bed linen.

Optional Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up? 

I feel like a new person, revised and rejuvenated. I spent the week driving the car almost daily after more than a year. My neurologist and my GP both gave me the go ahead to drive. Being 70 years old you have to have a basic test every 2 years in Switzerland – not driving but more a check that your driving reactions are OK, and I passed, even with my MS. I have problems dragging my left foot, but the neurologist found who needs a left foot when you drive an automatic. I was not really bothered, but now realise I can still do it and it is certainly good to know I can still use the car if necessary.

The weather is also now pleasant, and I went on a few walks along the river and to the local stables with their ducks, geese, hens and of course horses. I feel like I have  been in a Winter hibernation and have now awakened – the new me. This week it goes further with walks and car driving. Oh and I visited the hairdresser last week and at last got my hair cut to its normal manageable short self. Yes, life is good with a car, short hair and walks. I am now becoming the bionic super golden oldie. I just have problems getting out of bed in the morning 🙂

Share Your World – February 20, 2017

Daily Prompt: Glittering Memories


My days of glitter have long gone – as mum would say “mutton dressed up as lamb”, but it is the inside values that count, so they say. The only thing I found at home that had a little bit of glitter, that has worn off in time, was this mask from Venice. I do not even remember who gave it to me, I only know I did not buy it. The glitter was applied with glue and the eyes are empty. Looks more like someting from a horror show, so forget the glitter.

Swans and Ducks River Aar 19.02 (21)

I get my glitter from the world around me. Take a walk along the river and the sun is shining, the glitter is in every ripple on the surface of the water. It is only there for the moment when the sun shines, but on a moonlit night, you still get your moonlight glitter. Perhaps you see the glitter in someone’s eyes, a twinkle, a moment of recognition. My dad became more than a golden oldie, he was more than gold, platinum you could say, but his glitter was still there. When I arrived on my annual visit to London, there was still a  glitter in his hug.

I was with him on his 100th birthday. He was never a monarchist. Growing up in a working class environment, he had no interest for the royals, because he realised they had no interest in him. As long as he paid his taxes and kept out of trouble, no-one noticed he was there, until 24th September 2015 when the telegramme arrived.

Dad's 100th Birthday

On that day he had that glitter again. His word were “I don’t want no telegramme from the queen” (cockney english – double negative), but he got one. He was visited by a lady organised from the extra care home where he was living and particulars were noted. The queen does not do it on her own, because she cannot know when each of her subjects reaches the age of 100, but dad receved his birthday card from the queen. For someone that did not want a birthday telegramme from the queen of GB, he was quite chuffed, delighted. The card was resting on his table, but he could not resist taking it in his hands and reading her greetings every five minutes, the glitter was still there. Dad passed away in June last year, but the memory of the glitter in his eyes when he held the card remains.

I am now on the way to my golden oldie glitter like dad. I will not get a card from the queen being an ex pat, but I can always look at dad’s card and remember his glitter. It is not all gold that glitters, but the memories have more value than any gold.

Daily Prompt: Glittering Memories

Good Morning


One of the first things to do in the morning is see how the day is composing itself. I saw a light and so was outside  (in my nighdress) taking a photo of the sunrise. There are sunrises and sunrises, but I decided this one was doing its best to tell me “it will be a good day”, although that will be seen. I made myself busy cutting bread into beak sized pieces for Mr. Swiss to spread amongst the bird population.  However, being a wonderful caring husband, he had already prepared and donated the bread to the birds and it was already outside waiting for them to come and get it. We now have two breakfast portions and do not want to overfeed them more than necessary, so my donation has been packed in a plastic bag for later. Seems to be communication problems, because there was no communication.

Swans and ducks River Aar 19.02 (13)

Yesterday afternoon I decided to take a walk along the river, but this time with my 300 lens. The swans and birds always seem to congregate on the other side of the river and I decided I needed more zoom. It was a wonderful afternoon for walking, and everyone seemed to be making the most of it. I met a golden oldie couple on the way and the lady began a conversation about photography, although she only takes photos with her camera. Her husband is apparently a Nikon fan, has always had a Nikon, and so the foundation was laid for an interesting conversation about Nikon cameras. I am also a Nikon person, but I am really anything. You just have to make a decision somewhere.  It seems that this couple live in our village, and would be close neighbours. However, everyone in our village is a close neighbour, as the village is just a conglomeration of houses on the road. I love country life, yes, it is Feldbrunnen first, Feldbrunnen first. We do not have discussions about it until voting is called for.

At the moment the main road is plastered with posters of men and woman all contesting for a position in our houses of parliment. I think it all takes place in a couple of months. For our village things will or may stay the same. As said, everyone is a neighbour, so it can get personal.

Unknown bird in tree 19.02 (1)

Back to my walk and the husband pointed out a big bird sitting in a tree. Of course I aimed the camera to see what sort of bird. Who knows? It could be a red kite or a buzzard, as they are the only big birds I have ever seen here. However, to tell the difference you have to see them in flight, because one has a fork in the tail feathers, and the other does not. This bird was just sitting and watching – perhaps it was a vulture, although I have never see them here, but it would have been something completely different.

Anyhow my conversational partners decided to walk further and I sat on the bench to take photos. Suddenly they returned and said they would leave the river path. It seems it was becoming similar to rush hour as everyone  had decided to take a walk along the river. I took a glance at the path and noticed that it was blocked with families and couples, not to mention a collection of joggers and dogs. I decided walking with a cane had its advantages. I leave the path in any case, more than half an hour is not so good for constant walking, I begin to drag my left foot.

I eventually shot my photos and returned home, knowing that if I stayed away too long Mr. Swiss would already be planning to alarm the emergency services. I decided to upload my photos, work on them and do some blogging. I had 68 photos and my online photo programme had one of their little problems. I decided to blog and go back to uploading when the connection was good. In between I noticed I had a connection and uploaded the photos, named them and sorted them. It was then that the programme slowed down again. It took me twice as long as usual, the result being everything was uploaded twice and I was uttering profanities under my breath. Eventually I managed to complete the task, in between wrote two blogs and decided to eat something and watch one of my soaps on the TV whilst eating my sandwich.

Afterwards I returned to the computer, as I had three challenges I wanted to complete. The result of it all was at 9.30 in the evening everything was done. I could at last read further in my book, which is really one of the best books I have read in a long while. Matto Regiert by Friedrich Glauser, a Swiss author. The book was written 1936 and is in German. The author being one of the great Swiss authors, it also has a small touch of Swiss German in it, and handles from a case concerning Glauser’s detective Wachtmeister Studer where the chief of an asylum has disappeared and one of the patients. Glauser himself had mental problems, was a morphine addict, but he writes so well. The book has been filmed. It is so well written that I can understand Glaser becoming one of the most celebrated Swiss writers. I searched, but do not think that this book has ever been published in English. Matto is a term for Mad in this case and Madness is governing would be the title of the book.

And now I must move on, I seem to have the talking/writing mode today, and I really have other things to do. I must just leave you with an action photo of a duck in flight. I was so astonished when I saw this photo, as I was just snapping away hoping to at last get my Pulitzer.

River Aar 19.02 (7)