And the peonies still appear from time to time. Our local store has them constantly in their selection of cut flowers, although I would never cut them.
My cat Tabby
We are surrounded in white, everywhere white. We are being cladded in white, all in the name of insulation of the building. It is a magnetising white. The buiders form his mass of styrofoam to their needs. They use saws and electric wires to cut it. Not all of it is used and at the end of the day they collect what they do not need in large plastic sacks.
This styrofoam is compressed material and when you cut it, parts of it escape in a crumbed version. Then the wind might come. At the moment we have strong winds following yesterdays’ storms. Now we have winter without the cold and ice. It is snowing styrofoam everywhere. The builders spend the last half hour of the day sweeping with large brooms and clearing the styrofoam away. They collect it in large plastic bags. A lot of the styrofoam is swept into the ditches surrounding the supports of the scaffolding.
This is what we are left with. On the right styrofoam walls, all in the name of insulation towering above us and the crumbly bits in the ditch at the bottom which no-one will clear away. It will probably be buried in the name of renovation. Note our garden tap stretching out of the wall on the right. Even that had to be renewed and extended because our new walls will be thicker that the previous walls.
And now the exciting part. Every time it rains it means that I will again have to wipe over the windows as they have a layer of styroporous bits and pieces, the glass attracts the flying residue like a magnet. Now we enter the room on the other side of the window an you find that the floor now has little white pieces of styropor mainly in front of the windows.
Who needs metal for a magnet, styropor is just as good, but unfortunately the magnet to collect it has not yet been invented. We are living in a world of white, of foam, of material which makes itself independent if the wind blows.
The grand finale will be when they grind over the bricks of this white invader to smooth them into one piece, ensuring that there are no cracks between the individual pieces. Builder No 1 assured me that there is something new. All the workers are equipped with a back pack containing a vacuum. There is a large hose attached and as they grind down the surface of the foam, it will be sucked into the inside of the backpack. In the meanwhile we can watch the little flakes of styrofoam float past and onto the window, as if it was attracted by one giant magnet.
Surrounded by piles of styropor ready for the next magnetical attack.
It is a wonderful morning here: normal temperatures, a slight breeze, blue sky in the background and clouds which are gradually transforming into the fluffy stage. We had another thunder storm yesterday evening which was good for the garden. After a week of heat, at last it is recovering. Of course this is all happening to the background noise of the building team circulating around our appartments, but that is at last some action. We used to live in a quiet, serene, sleepy part of the village where the morning chore would be to see what had grown in the garden overnight. Today we just take a look at the scaffolding to see what has appeared in the meanwhile.
This is the photo of today’s still life. I awoke to the sounds of the roof workers ascending the steps to the top of the building, greeting each other on the way. It is all quiet on our side at the moment, although I hear footsteps above. They have left me in peace to eat my breakfast. They will soon arrive to continue the cladding of our appartment.
Yesterday I was a little annoyed with WordPress. I have my own little system and routine. I usually write my daily prompts on my Apple computer as it flows easy and no problem. When I finished I checked in quickly in the Reader before switching the computer off, and noticed that it was not the same as usual, but I was too quick to notice why.
Afterwards I fired up my microsoft Acer computer as I prefer this one for answering various challenges. I went to the reader to see what had arrived and was a little puzzled. Although I saw the newest events in the reader, my complete sidebar had disappeared. It is when such items are no longer there, you realise how much you rely on them being there. After a few tries, the sidebar remained stolen. I checked on my iPad – no sidebar in the reader. The first thought is always what did you do wrong. I was in Facebook and one of my followers was complaining that she could not transfer to Facebook very well from WordPress.
In the meanwhile I wanted to post on my One Word Challenge, the word being “gorilla”. I had taken pains in the supermarket to take a photo of a gorilla if I found one, which I did. Actually Mr. Swiss pointed it out to me in the toy section and said that one of the female customers was have a good laugh at my attempts to get a good photo. What we do for WordPress knows no limits.
To continue, I wrote my piece, but had problems to find the challenge to post my article because my sidebar was still missing. I eventually found what I was searching for and when I was ready to upload I got a completely different, highly complicated method of crossposting to my Facebook community page. In the meanwhile I had written a complaint to WordPress telling them about the missing sidebar in my reader. They even gave me an answer. Did they say they happened to be re-organising. No – they told me it was a browser problem and perhaps I should try another browser etc. etc. This was combined with very complicated instructions where you had to be a second Bill Gates to understand what it was all about. Basically all they had to say was we are messing around again with our set up, be patient.
In the meanwhile my sidebar in Reader appeared again, all on its own without any complicated manoevres by me. The case was then clear. I was doing the wrong thing at the wrong time yesterday. The new set up for crossposting to Facebook remains. I suppose it goes under the name of “improvement”, although the original system was much quicker and less complicated. Cyber golden oldies really do not need this sort of occupational therapy.
I know some do not work with the reader, but we all have our own routines and for me routine is the basis of an uncomplicated online life where we know where we are going and why.
And now back to normal life, a little bit of cleaning, and a big bit of window cleaning, although not such a big problem as I do it regularly. I will leave you with another one of my spectacular photos of the Bernese Alps taken on Monday, the light was right.