Only to be had in the flower store.
Only to be had in the flower store.
How do you like to spend a rainy day?
Indoors, watching the rain falling outside, perhaps with a camera – you never know what might happen.
Where’s your favorite place to take out-of-town guests?
If you are talking food, we like to go to an Italian Restaurnt. It has a garden outside and is near the bank of the local river. The food is good, fresh and their ravioli and pasta dishes are made by the company. It is a chain organisation, with a restaurant in most towns. I don’t think they actually make the pasta on the premises, but it is definitely delivered fresh daily.
If you are talking sights to see, I leave it up to the visitor. Someone might want to take a walk through the ravine where our hermit lives (although the job is vacant at the moment) and others prefer a walk along the river or up to the local mountain Weissenstein in a gondola. My only favourite choice is the restaurant, otherwise there are so many places to visit where I live. A walk in the local town is also very interesting.
List at least five favorite treats. (They do not have to be sugary).
Something fishy, like prawn salad
Cadbury’s Milk Flakes – an english chocolate branch, nice and crumbly*
*The chocolate items must come straight from the fridge, I like them cold.
You are trapped in an elevator, who would you want to be trapped with?
I have only ever been trapped once in an elevator and that was in a department store in the local town with 5-6 other ladies. There was not a problem of being forever trapped, we rung the bell and was informed over the loudspeaker not to worry, someone was dealing with the problem. The only problem I had was lack of oxygen to the brain cells and feeling faint. One lady said I was looking very pale. Suddenly the lift moved and we arrived at the ground floor and the doors opened. In this case I would hope that a qualified doctor with his bag of medicine would be trapped with me. Even Brad Pitt would be no help in that situation.
Optional Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
No. 1 son departed for his 2 week holiday in Italy on Saturday and now it is just Mr. Swiss and me for the next two weeks. My son is no problem, but there is a little less planning around meals. We eat what we feel like and when we feel like it. There are too many appointments this week, but only for a couple of days. I had a nice day on Saturday when we visited the local morning fruit and veg market, but we have no plans for this week, which is the good thing about holiday time.
I do not mind rain, nature needs it for the plants to grow and we all need water, so it can rain, but not when I go to town. I got myself ready and Mr. Swiss tells me about taking the rain jacket. I do not like wearing a rain jacket. It is quite a good rain jacket, in dark blue, the modern fibre techniqe and even better I got it free, did not cost me anything. It was one of those gifts from the company I was working for, I cannot remember why we got it, but you do not look a gift horse in the mouth – you might get bitten. I remember there were two models available, for the man straight down, and for the lady with a shaped body. I went for the straight down version as it suited my figure more. The curves had already disappeared.
So I put the rain jacket in the car, hoping I would not need to wear it. As we left the garage we had to switch on the window wipers in the car as the heavens decided to open up. It was a bit of a complicated outing this morning as Mr. Swiss had business on one side of the town, and the shops were on the other side of the town. He said he would drop me off and give me a call when he was finished and pick me up. It was quite complicated when I left the car as I had to put on the dreaded rain jacket and could not find the entrance for the second arm – we all have those moments. I hate this jacket particularly, as it gives you a feeling of being in the sauna when wearing it.
Eventually the operation was completed and Mr. Swiss left me to my destiny just around the corner of the supermarket. I first of all took a photo of a large crane which was positioned just along the road. I proceeded to the supermarket, which was no longer where it was, but two doors futher along, because where it was was being rebuilt – the reason for the crane. I was not very happy, it was not rainining cats and dogs but elefants and ostriches. When I arrived at this makeshift supermarket I realised the mistake. An assistant asked me if she could help. I asked where the butchers section was, she told me they only have prepacked meat. I decided that buying prepacked for only two people was not the solution, and so I took it upon myself to walk futher to the other supermarket on the other side of the road. It was still raining.
Walking with a stick in one hand and a shopping bag in the other gives no opportunity to carry an umbrella, but I had now become a “hoodie” a hood not being the most attractive thing to wear. Luckily I only had a few things to buy and as I was leaving the supermarket I heard ducks quacking. Aha, Mr. Swiss was calling on my mobile phone. It was perfect timing and so we walked to the park house together in town to pick up the car. We are golden oldies, no longer the youngest. Have you ever forgotten where you put the car? Of course not, it was just a little problem of searching on the second flood down, instead of the third where the car was. Half an hour later Mr. Swiss found our car and we drove home. We were not happy and I was sure it was so late I would miss cooking dinner because I would rather starve than stress.
Today was not a day for capering, it was more a funeral march.
It was the week-end when the rains came down. For us it was not so bad. It began Saturday afternoon and more or less continued until some time in the middle of Sunday night. Our garden needed the rain and it did not bother us so much. However, a little to the East of us, in Kanton Aargau, roads became rivers within minutes and cellars had to be pumped out which is not so good. Today is the day of the big clearing up sessions. We were very lucky in our area. At last the air has cooled down and normal temperatures have arrived.
Luckily they managed to get the grass cut and dried in the sun before it was soaked in rain. As we were leaving on Saturday morning for the local train, we had to squeeze past the hay wagon on our path. Everyone here lets the grass grow until it has seeded up. It then dries in the sun on the fields all day and is collected to make hay for the animals in Winter. This wagon is probably our village contribution.
They parked the hay mower, or whatever, in the parking lot of a neighbouring house.
I intended to take a walk yesterday evening along the river with my camera a little further than usual and return by local train, but it literally fell into water, so I stayed at home and read further in my book.
Anyone ever read “Mr. Penumbra’s 24 Hour-Bookstore by Robin Sloan? It was a bestseller according to the New York Times, so I decided to try it. Stories connected to books always interest me. I am now 80% through and am quite enjoying it. It is something a little different, involving computer “freaks” and other “freaks” a secret book society of the Unbroken Spine in New York, although the bookstore is in San Francisco. It also involved the Google company. I do not want to write a spoiler, if you are interested you can find what you want to know in various web links in Internet, but I am not disappointed, something a little different.
The merry builders have arrived again, being Monday, but at the moment they remain silent. No more drilling or welding, and I am not sorry. This morning is developing into a complexity of appointments and shopping. We will be going into town where I will do the shopping and Mr. Swiss will leave me for an appointment somewhere official. Tomorrow it goes further and my good morning will either be later or not at all. I have to go to the vampire to give a sample of blood for examination whether I still have blood – diabetic test and my MS medicine test and at the same time Mr. Swiss has to go to the eye doctor where I will leave him. I will drive home on my own and he will follow with the local train later, probably groping his way home due to eye drops and distorted vision. These things always happen at once.
And now I will leave you – I am going to town shopping, with my camera and Mr. Swiss – what a beginning to the week.
I noticed yesterday that the tansy in my garden has begun to flower. Some call it a weed, it grows often by the railway. It is a valuable plant for the garden apparently, and I find it plain and simple and decorative.
Enjoy the day, have fun and be kind to your computers.
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