Another Spring arrival in the store, but there will be many more to come I hope.
Another Spring arrival in the store, but there will be many more to come I hope.
I found this blushing Easter bunny in my collection and she seems to be quite happy to have her photo taken.
Funny word Cranky. I know it more as the German word “Krank” which means translated “ill”, but being cranky in english means more annnoyed, bad tempered. I was actually going to give myself a holiday from Saturday afternoon prompts, but I do not have anything better to do with my time at the moment. I was extremely cranky yesterday afternoon when my computer was not working, but that is now tempo passati as it was my own fault and now everything is functioning perfectly.
I am annoyed about what is happenning to my nice little daily routine at the moment. We have Easter, one of those religious holidays where the population runs amok buying food as if there would be no more. I am an atheist, but there is no point in not believeing, because life in our country is geared to Easter. The shelves are full of chocolate eggs, chocolate bunny rabbits, and everyone wants one.
You invite people for lunch (which I do not) and so you need more meat, but not just any meat. It has to be something fit for Easter, if there is any left in the supermarket. That is probably one of the reasons why everyone gets cranky and rushes to grab what is left, because you never know, the shelves might be emptied by the teaming masses celebrating their Easter Feast. I suppose if you believe in the whole thing and join in you are fasting for the time before Easter, known as Lent I believe, and need more food to make up for it afterwards. This morning Mr. Swiss went on a quest to the supermarket. Nothing special, just for a few bits and pieces, so unimportant I cannot even remember what he was buying. He returned very much cranky.
First complaint was that there were absolutely no parking spaces free at the supermarket, coupled with a queue of cars watiting for a parking space. He travelled further to the next supermarket, just along the road and there he found a space. He walked back to our supermarket. It was under siege. When he returned home after the shopping trip he spoke of it as a battle. I told him it was the Saturday between Good Friday and the remainder of the Easter holidays, which was a normal condition.
You see in the olden days when we were bringing up the kids and working during the week in a paid employment, shopping was a woman thing. I did it all, because he was busy doing other home stuff – cannot remember what, but it must have been necessary.
So those “black” Saturdays were left to me to get the remainders of the food for Easter. There was another disadvantage. For some strange reason I took the kids with me, at least the elder two of them. I remember battling my way through the shelves, and eventually arriving at the end of the queue at the cash desk with two sulky children, and believe me it was a Guness Book of Records suspicious queue. I could not drive at that time, so it was all done by walking to the town supermarket, and walking home again. I had one of those shopping bags on wheels. On the way home I had stopped listening to the kids, and they were beginning to hate me. I could not blame them really.
And now Mr. Swiss went on his own on easter Saturday shopping and he discovered the disadvantages of Easter shopping on Saturday. It was not really cranky, more kamikaze, but he had a car and he did survive to tell me all about it. I began to hate Chrismas a couple of years ago, but have now managed to learn to deal with it, in the way of not really dealing with it, just ignoring it, but at least Christmas is a few days and then everything returns to normal afterwards.
Easter is a day then a day of shopping and then another two days and the week begins on Tuesday afterwards. Weeks beginning on a Tuesday are not proper weeks. They are weeks with no beginning. I told Mr. Swiss either we starve on Tuesday or someone goes shopping for a few bit and pieces. I glared at him and he volunterred, saying he has to go to the doc in any case.
The next holidays here are Ascension Day and Corpus Christi, but both on a Thursday with no chocolate bunnies or eggs, just normal food and that is no problem. I do not believe in them either, but our Kanton in Switzerland does and so the shops will be closed.
So, now I have got that one out of my system things are no longer so cranky.
At the back of my back garden the apple tree is blossoming, and the forget-me-nots are joining in. Today begun as a dull day, a little bit of sun, but our expert meteorologists have predicted some rain. I would be glad for some wet weather, but it is not happening in our part of the country.
We have now got a new hose for our garden. The old one was in its own trolley, but we noticed our neighbours had one like this, so I went on a quest in Internet and found this one and we ordered it, delivered two days later. It is much better. You no longer have to roll it up because it is a sort of spiral and just hangs. All we now have to do is turn on the water and spray the garden. It is much easier to handle. Amazing modern day life: you see it, order it over the computer and the postman delivers. If it is sent by registered mail the post office inform us when it was sent and will be arriving.
Good Friday came and went, and am still wondering what is so good about it. Today a normal Saturday. Mr. Swiss goes to town for some bits and pieces and I do a little bit of housework at home. I am still trying to work out Tuesday: another problem caused by the stupid Easter Week-end because on Monday everything is closed. I have food to eat, but on Tuesday it means we must organise a shopping expedition because the cupboard will be bare. However Mr. Swiss to the rescue again. He has a doctor visit and will afterwards do some shopping. The workers will be arriving with the scaffolding on Tuesday which should make an interesting day.
We got a letter last week informing us of the timetable of the builders, but nearly all of it had already happened. One detail we are not too keen on is the warning to keep all windows closed during the work because of the dust that will arise. The work will only be finished in October, so it looks like a long hot summer. I would have appreciated knowing the hours of a bulders working day, like when they go home in the evening, for a little normal life at the end of the day. The guy in charge of the whole process has been seen now and again. He is usually walking around with another clever guy and they point and talk. We are still waiting for him to pay us a little visit, nothing special, just a handshake getting to know you and asking if we have any particular questions. All we have is a notice stuck to the entrance door with a few telephone numbers and a picture of the guy in charge, saying give us a call if you have questions.
I might go for a walk this afternoon, as there will be an easy run for the evening meal and I will have time. Perhaps I might visit some cows or ducks, or some graves in the cemetery. I am not yet sure: the choices in the day of a golden oldie.
Enjoy the beginning of the week-end, I will be taking it easy.
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