Another photo, some time end of June, on a walk around my village.
Another photo, some time end of June, on a walk around my village.
You have to live somehwere. According what your place is in life you choose the ideal living space. I live in an appartment because I am a human. The insects in my garden live in dark places according to their species. Some below stones, others beneath a leaf. Some balance on a stalk somewhere in tribes doing what they do. I assume they are eating and reproducing – don’t we all.
And that would be that – sorry, have no interest in any shape or form to write about inhabiting because there is nothing really to say about it, and I have better things to do with my time.
On the other hand, at the moment I am sharing my habitation with about 100 strange men that I do not know, and probably will never really get to know. They are part of the working force renovating our building. They are inhabiting the outside areas of my living space. They infiltrate every wall and corner, even spaces where no human being would ever live, the darker areas of buiding foundations. They make jokes, have conversations, and often discuss matters with a deeper meaning, only known to builders. They speak many tongues, some recognisable and others not.
In the beginning there were those building the scaffolding. They were the acrobats, the climbers, the architects of our new surrounding staircases and platforms. It changed when their work was done and the men with machines took over, hammering, drilling and chiseling the layers of the building away, leaving a bare surface. It was a month of possession, of habitation. I was still eating my breakfast in my own four walls in the morning, but accompanied by strange persistant noises. The inhabitors never entered the building, but stayed outside. They were a species that prefererred to exist in the outside spaces. Now and again they would stop for a conversation.
They have now become part of our extended family, we know them by their first names and wave when we see each other – usually through the window or through the camera lens.
They will soon be gone for forever. Their work will be done and they will inhabit another building site in another place: so is the life of the builder species. As a memory I will be left with 800 photos, up to now.
When you rise in the morning and meet Mr. Swiss in the kitchen and he tells you it was quite misty outside this morning you grab your mobile phone camera a take a photo. Yes the first mist of the year, but it will not be the last, so make the most of it. A river runs through it of course, just at the end of the path, which is the main reason. However, when the first mist arrives you know that Autumn is just around the corner and there will be many misty mornings. Mr. Swiss is an observer of weather forecasts and informed me that we are heading for high temperatures of 30° c, but I will overcome that problem when it arrives.
In the meanwhile we have action in our little building site. The balconies have now become balconies again with a crane heaving up large tiles for the floor covering and naturally I was taking photos of the event. It was then that the two young men organising the work saw me with the camera and gave a friendly laugh. I pointed the camera in their direction and they gave me a smile and a wave for the camera. What could be better. Of course better would be when they were no longer there and life would return to its normal conditions, but only another 2 months to go.
And it is not everyone that has the luck to have a crane in their back yard, even if it is only for half a day. I did not see it being built, it was suddenly there. What was very interesting was that there was no-one actually steering the crane in the cabin. The guy was standing on the ground below with a remote control and giving the commands to the crane. It seems crane operators are no longer necessary, it works like a TV set according to which button you press.
Yesterday someone somewhere in FB was happy that she got her new Fitbit. What? never heard of it, and not wanting to be left out in the modern developments of today’s world, I went on a jogging trip into Internet. A Fitbit is a sort of band you wear on your wrist and basically tells you if you are still breathing or not. It registers your heart beat, your blood pressure, your walking exercises and controls your food intake. Basically living is no problem today, the fitbit does it all for the price of 140 Swiss Francs (you can work it out in $). Even my local Swiss supermarket sells them, so just drop it in the trolley if you feel that life has no point without one.
I do have an app on my mobile phone called “health” and that does it for me. It costs nothing, I do not have to wear it around my wrist to be reminded if I still function. On this “health” app I automatically see how many steps I take during the day (although it does not mention with or without walking stick). I have also entered all my illnesses and medicines to remind me that I have them. This is quite useful as when I was delivered to the ER a year ago and they wanted to know everything, I just switched on the app and they could read it theirselves. This app comes with the phone, I do not have to wear a band around my wrist costing 140 Swiss francs (and that is the cheapest version). I don’t know what the more expensive band does, perhaps it tells you how many years you have left. In any case I will not bother, but will continue doing what I always do without this wonderful improvement on death, sorry life.
I also discovered in Facebook, of course, how dragon eggs are made, but unfortunaterly the did not deliver a link for an order to order them online. I would love one of two in various colours. I am sure a pet dragon would be the attraction of my village. I could hatch it in Winter when the central heating is working. I might have problems when it is no longer a baby, but we live in the country and I am sure they would find a nice comfortable forest to burn down somewhere. Of course this is all linked to “Game of Thrones”, but we are a direct democracy in Switzerland, so no thrones allowed.
And yet another day of week-end shopping arrives, time goes so fast. Son No. 1 is spending the day in Zürich tomorrow, so yet another golden oldie romantic week-end with candles on the dinner table and music as a background. Actually probably not, just the normal routine – must see what my health programme tells me on my smartphone if I can take such risks.
Enjoy the day, and if you are bored, get a Fitbit, they will send you on an adventure with untold possibilities.
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