Good Morning

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Not a very spectacular photo, but yesterday night it rained, just once, the whole night through. We also had some light effects and accompanying noise from the storm.  Our cat Tabby was making herself comfortable on a chair outside on the porch and suddenly changed her mind, deciding to spend the night indoors. We had been expecting the big storm for a few days, but it could not make up its mind. Grey skies, almost black, were suddenly chased away by the sun, but now it has happened. We are not sorry, the garden always needs water, but the water we use from our hose is an expensive commodity and we are always glad when it falls downwards from above.

Road to Langendorf 31.05 (4)

On the way home from the supermarket yesterday morning, we saw this object on the road when driving. I was glad I was not driving, I had done my bit driving to the supermarket and it was now Mr. Swiss turn at the steering wheel on the way home. What could it be – a body bag, a piece of luggage dropped off a bicycle, as it was laying in the bicycle lane of the road. The mystery was soon solved.

Road to Langendorf 31.05 (5)

Yesterday was the garden rubbish collection, and being organised Swiss, we have special containers. When they are emptied, they are light weight. There was a light wind blowing and one had arrived in the middle of the road.

At the moment in our local town of Solothurn we are the literture days. There are various events where well known authors are invited, mainly Swiss, to give readings from their books, but also other popular authors from Europe, to give a talk. It all happens in a large building on the River Aar, known as “Landhaus”, the large building on the right in the photo.

Registry Office Wedding Solothurn, Oliver and Franzi

This has taken place every year for many years. I visited the occasion last year as there was a workshop with various book translaters and I wanted to see how they worked. It was a little disappointing as they were just sitting at computers doing what I do at home, writing their translations. There was also a conference where I made a short visit. There were a couple of translaters, mainly American, just reading passages from their translations and no opportunity to actually make direct contact with them, as they were all sitting on one side of the room, a little disappointing.

So yesterday it seems that a female professor from the literature days crossed the road when the light was red, in front of a waiting police car, at the main Solothurn railway station and she was fined. The problem is that the police find pedestrians are guilty themselves of being a danger on the streets and also interrupting the traffic. Just a silly small story, but it made headlines here because it was one of the literature people and we do not have a lot of world news happening in our little market town. You can drive through it and not even notice you had been there. If you visit Solothurn in the evening when the literature days are happening, you notice there is a completely different public in town, not the usual locals, but those bringing a breath of fresh “something completely different” air into the town.

And now I must move on, I have spent enough time on this computer this morning. Enjoy the day

6 thoughts on “Good Morning

  1. I love the sound of literature days. I wish we had them in UK. The garden waste bags look so much handier than our big sturdy thick plastic brown bins. We have 3 bins on our drive if they could pack down when empty at least some of the time it would look spacious. Sun is shining in London. We need rain !! Happy June.

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    • I grew up in London, Bethnal Green, but we never had anything like that. The local library might oeganise something now and again, but nothing spectacular. Our literature days are known all over Switzerland and also in other bordering countries especially amongst writers, but many German speaking.

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  2. Garry used to have a bumper sticker on his car that said “SO MANY PEDESTRIANS, SO LITTLE TIME.” Yes, the pedestrians in Boston were terrible. They completely ignored the lights and the moving cars. They acted like they were super people and didn’t have to worry. And that was BEFORE mobile phones!

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    • Generally pedestrians are well behaved in the local town. They wait patiently at the red light and only walk when it is green. Of course when a stranger is in town, and a professor, they have the idea that they are something special.

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  3. As always, you have the knack of understated humor. The illustrious “workshop” was just that–a workshop where one could watch the translators work… Americans use the term “workshop” differently. Americans tend to make “workshops” into events over-full of sound, visuals, and activities, peppered with a “lecture” here and a “forum” there, so that people think they are participating, when in reality, it is just a glorified spectator event. Your photo of “Landhaus” made me laugh–I confess. Seems “Waterhaus” would be a more appropriate name, as Landhaus appears to be set on a foundation in the River Aar… Of course, this may be an optical illusion; but the name of the building in the photo just struck my “funny bone” as we Americans say… I don’t know exactly where the “funny bone” is in the human body, but wherever it is, there are certain stimuli which cause it to react with amusement ranging from the dignified smirk to the unbridled guffaw… My “funny bone” seems particularly sensitive to your humor—even if you are not conscious of being humorous when you post… This morning, I suppose I am feeling a bit silly… Blessings to you from my morning table to your afternoon one… 🙂

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    • I never thought of it like that, just know it as “Landhaus”. I took the photo from the window of the registry office on the opposite bank of the river. It was the day when my youngest son got married.
      I don’t really know what I was expecting from that workshop, but not a stage presentation.
      My humour is usually a little on the dark side. Mr. Swiss often reminds me that not everyone sees the funny side where I see it, main thing is that we don’t lose our humour. The funny bone is just beneath the elbow I think. A nerve crosses the bone and if you happen to knock it, it sends an electric quiver through the arm, although as my mum would say it is not funny “haha” but funny strange.

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