It is a peaceful scene on my kitchen table in the morning when I arise and make my way for breakfast and the computer. Do not judge a book by its cover. In the background one of the merry builders is hammering on metal. He probably had withdrawal symptoms over the week-end and could not wait to get back to his building site and tools. Oh, happy day – there is a coming and going in front of my kitchen window of men carrying large objects and afterwards climbing the scaffolding to arrive at the roof.
I had a surprise last Friday, as I heard a female voice on the buiding site. I was sitting at my computer in my “office” and was greeted by one of the chief builders on his way to the roof followed by a young lady. At last equality for the women, although I did not see her sticking cladding on the walls or applying a pneumatic tool. She was occupied in carrying parcels of styropor cladding material for the building work. I asked if it was the new secret weapon the builders had, and the boss told me she was doing a holiday job helping out and gathering experience. I had my telephone camera ready as always and they both posed for a photo. When I see her wearing a steel helmet I know that at last women have achieved equal status with the men, although I prefer the men especially on the hot summer days when they dress in cooler clothing. I have already seen a pair of bare legs standing on the scaffolding in front of the kitchen window, wearing running shoes and shorts – oh what a life.
In the meanwhile we have slight drought problems in the garden. Of course we give water every evening but at the moment it is not enough as the ground cannot manage to absorb enough water. My buddleia has drooping leaves, but is full of buds and I am hoping that it survives the summer heat. I have now begun to give water in the evening and morning to save what can be saved. Temperatures have now dropped to a normal summer level.
I just had a phone call from No. 2 son. Actually I was going to call him today as it is his 43rd birthday and I wanted to congratulate. At this time 43 years ago I was laying the clinic with Mr. Swiss at my side. It is now 8.25 a.m. and son No. 2 arrived at 10.45 a.m. However, he is now at Zürich airport waiting for the passport control on his way to one of those international conferences in Dublin and he called us. It seems my future grandchild is growing and expanding on its way to making its first public appearance in September.
Yesterday I did not go for any walks and decided to take it easy. I have photographed everything to be photographed in the area and so spent a few minutes in the east side of the garden, where it is cooler, to see how my plants were growing. Everything is a bit of a mess this year with all this building work, it is really too much stress to have a perfect garden as well. I can only hope that everything gets back to normal next year.
And now to move on, shopping day today with all its perks of meeting the butcher and the lady at the cash desk and making sure I do not forget anything. Keep well, be kind to your computers and keep the keyboard clean (mine is a little sticky at the moment from breakfast). In the meanwhile my avocado is still growing in its second year, one day I will send a photo of the first fruit.