And another primrose.
And another primrose.
The cabbage did not have a heart, but it was almost purple.
Red Kite with Bernese alps in the background – taken on a trip to a nearby mountain.
How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?
No idea. When you reach the age of 70 you are so glad to get there, that anything that was is no longer. I do not want to go to school again and learn. I do not even want to go to work and take orders from someone else. I do not want to meet Mr. Right and go through bringing up the kids all over. I am 70, I met Mr. right 50 years ago and it suits me. Just take away the bad health and I am happy as I am.
So, you’re on your way out and it’s raining. Do you know where your umbrella is or do you frantically search for it all over your apartment/house?
Umbrella? Do I have one? There is probably one somewhere, but if I hold an umbrella it means that one hand is occupied. I need a hand free for my cane when I go out, and before I needed a cane I needed a free hand for carrying a shopping bag. And if the free hand is needed for something else, then the umbrella will not be wanted. No umbrellas for me, they are in the way. I have a hood on my jacket and otherwise I am in the car, parked in a covered car park and walk through a covered path until I get to the supermarket. If I am just visiting someone, the walk will not be more than a few meters, so I will not need an umbrella. Yes, I am allergic to umbrellas, they get in the way. And I have such short hair, it will make no difference if it gets wet.
Do you recharge your energy by going out with friends for a good time or by spending with quiet time alone?
I have MS and there is no way to recharge anything. By giving myself injections every second day, I can slow down the effects and that is all I can do. So I do not overdo things with having a good time. If I go anywhere it is for a meal to celebrate something or the other. The last time was my 70th birthday. Otherwise I like to sit, read, or be at my computer. I like to take a walk in the country. Where I live is wonderful, near a river, near the forest and am surrounded by wild life, trees and flowers. And my regular after dinner sleep helps me to recharge the batteries. What could be better. And of course I have a camera with me most of the time. Mr. Swiss is a great help for me. He is also a golden oldie and we still enjoy our company together. He does his thing, I do mine, and that is wonderful.
Name three things you and your spouse, partner or best friend to have in common.
We are both cyber golden oldies.
We agree to disagree.
We are complete opposites and that is fun.
What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
I do not do grateful. Some things are good and others not so good. Last week son No. 2 paid us a visit and yesterday he arrived again with my daughter-in-law. Son No. 2 has an appartment where he works about half an hour away, but otherwise they have a house in another part of Switzerland. I will become grandmother in early September, which I am looking forward to.
This week I have nothing planned, which suits me fine. It is the unplanned weeks that I look forward to.
My name is Angloswiss. My mum gave me something completely different as a name, but things change through the years. Names have become labels in Internet. The photo is of my Sketchers. I have two pairs, no three, because Sketchers come in the size 41 that fits my foot exactly and are comfortable. At the beginning, before Sketchers arrived, I would wear Addidas, because they were the first. In the meanwhile you can have Puma, Nike and also Reebok, but I stay with my comfortable Sketchers. I do still have an original Addida in the cupboard, and it fits. Some say one day they will be a rare item, that is why I keep them. They might be worth a fortune and I could donate them to the local museum.
Before I began to write this blog on my Apple computer, a Macbook, I cleaned the doors in the appartment with Hara: a job reserved for Monday afternoon, just half an hour. In the menwhile Mr. Swiss decided to bring our Husqvarna lawn mower, from the cellar. The Husqvarna does the job automatically every day at the same time if Mr. Swiss remembers how to organise his computer. Oh, the law mower has a name of course, we call him Mowey.
I have my Nikon ready next to the computer in case something interesting appears for a good photo. This morning we replaced our second Dyson vacuum cleaner, the one that hangs on the charger, as the predecesor was giving up the ghost. I have just eaten a Chiquita (yes, even bananas have names).
We visited the local Migros this morning to do some shopping. They now have Coca as well as Pepsi, but I am a Pepsi lover. Their choice of Kellogs has also been enlarged, but I am more into a slice of bread and jam in the morning. Marmite is definitely not my thing. A colleague of mine was telling everyone he had original Calvin Klein jeans, but everyone could see they were a Marks and Spencers copy.
But what’s in a name? If you have to tell people that it is an original this or that, because they are not impressed or actualy realise what it is, then you could be wearing something that fell off the back of a lorry. I remember many years ago, when I was at the beginning of my teenage years and dad brought some Lamb’s Navy Rum home from work. It cost a fraction of the normal price, and you do not look a gift horse in the mouth, as dad only paid a tenth of the normal price.
Later on in the week there was a TV programme, exposing crime. The guy showed a photo of exactly the same bottle of rum that we had (I think we had about 4 bottles) and we were told they were stolen and anyone seeing such bottles should report to the police. Mum and dad were honest people, they paid their taxes regularly and never stole anything, so this was a shock to mum. She envisaged being arrested and put into prison for receiving stolen goods. Did she throw away the rum, did she hide it? Definitely not, as I said gift horses are hard to come by. She was a clever mum and soaked the bottle in warm water until the labels could be removed from the bottles. A bottle is a bottle and no-one recognised its original contents.
There must be a moral to this story, like never buy cheap rum which is usually very expensive. Mum and dad got away with it, as well as my dad’s workmates who probably had cupboards of Lamb’s Navy Rum at home.
A grey morning and quite cool, but it can only get better. It is not raining and the birds are slowly beginning their dawn chorus. Today is for me the day before the first day of Spring, although there are other strange calculations pertaining to being astronomical etc. On the bedside table I have my iPhone, and two iPads. Each one has an alarm for 7.30 tuned to bird song, and with the genuine bird song outside which begins an hour earlier, I have quite a chorus to wake me.
I decided to organise a new iPad with the top byte amount, 256, as I was getting cramped on my older iPad for space. My older iPad did not have so much, only 64 bytes and it seemed to be giving up the ghost. The cover on my older iPad was also kaput. In the meanwhile I discovered I could buy a cover replacement for iPad No. 1 and now it is performing as good as ever, although Mr. Swiss says definitely not because of a new cover. I do not really care, I now have two functioning iPads and an older iPad, a smaller version, which seems to lose the thread now and again. I also have my Kindle. I sometimes wonder if I might be overdoing it a little bit, but I am a cyber golden oldie. Of course I do not sit on my computer all day, I have a real life to lead. However, having all this auxilliary stuff is quite handy. I can operate from the bed before rising on my iPads, acknowledging comments on my blogs and discovering what has been happening whilst I was sleeping.
I am now in the real world at the breakfast table on a normal computer. Writing a blog on an iPad is a little too tedious. My fingers need a king sized keyboard for that. In the morning I use the microsoft computer, but in the afternoon prefer the Apple computer. In the evening I usually do photo work and then return to the microsoft. Yes, online life is exciting and interesting.
I finished my my book, The Hanging Tree by Ben Aaronovich, the latest in the Peter Grant police series, with the usual gang and its touch of the supernatural in the Rivers of London series. I have read all six books and a seventh is on its way, but I am not so sure about the last book. It was OK, but not what I would call nail biting suspense. Being a Londoner I am acquainted with all the places of action, which make it interesting for me. I already have a new uploaded book ready for my next reading “Extracted” the first book in a trilogy by RR Haywood who is an Amazon author and had written a few zombie horror books, a best seller being “The Undead”. Anyhow something completely different, and I try anything. It was a special offer with cheap price, so nothing to lose.
Today is shopping day, so I will have to arm myself with my list, my camera (for photos on the way to the supermarket) and my purse. I know it will be a pasta day today, as we had potato yesterday, and I do like variation in my diat. I also want to repot my Chrismas cactus (Schlumbergia) as it is looking good but needs more room to develop some flowers, so I will have to buy a new pot.
Time to go, a cyber golden oldie life is a life packed with assignments to complete so I cannot waste time.
Enjoy the beginning to the week, who knows what surprises may be waiting for you.
The chief crow is already enjoying his breakfast.
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