Good Morning


No, today is not a good morning. It is one of those mornings where there is nothing good about it. I could hear Mr. Swiss speaking in high german (as opposed to our secret swiss dialect, that only the swiss really understand) from a distance in the kitchen. I was still hugging my bed and doing a jog around my iPad. He must be corresponding with the building tribe I though, which is never a good sign. Mr. Swiss appeared with the news that today our west side had its turn for the coccoon effect. The walls will be prepared with a layer of cement to fix the net that will be attached meaning that my kitchen and living room will be out of movable action to the outside until this afternoon. My cat Tabby is very unhappy, that is her favourite place to enter the outside world before breakfast.

I took a closer look at the situation and a workman was observing my outside walls. I probably did not  look very happy and he said “it has to be done”. I shook my fist at him and he laughed and so did I. No good annoying a workman, he is only doing his job. I have now shifted my breakfast to the other side of the appartment with my computer as staring at plastic is not my ideal start to the day.


Just when you think that you have the worst behind you, they arrive with another surprise. It seems the company that do this work will leave us at the end of next week when the painters will move in. They need a month to paint everything and then we will see a light at the end of the building tunnel. Take my advice: never vote yes if someone suggests a fresh new look wherever you live. It is not worth it. Leave it to the generation that will follow you.

I thought I could begin the day here with a nice photo of sky and trees and some flowers from the garden. Today I cannot even enter my garden, unless I take a walk around the building to get to the other side. Even the chicken had an easier task to cross the road, because it only really wanted to reach the other side. However, what difference does a day make, when you are a golden oldie, and no longer have as many days as everyone else.

Today is week-end shopping day so I can escape in a hour until lunch time. The builders leave us for their various week-end places. We now have the german team working with us and many have long journeys to reach their homes in Germany after the work is finished. It is astonshing how far builders are prepared to travel for their work. I have learned a lot about the building trade since the work began. They are experts in their work, each having his own responsibilitiy to fulfil and it is a combination of various working techniques. Some drill, some plaster and others cut stone, but each and everyone know what he has to do and concentrate on their tasks. It is a world of its own, combined with a tough job. They are nice guys. I will not exactly miss them when they are gone, but will have my photos of memories.

Road to Langendorf 30.08 (7)
I still have a view of the local mountains from my home. The builders cannot take that away (I hope).

Have a good start to the week-end, beware of builders, and enjoy yourselves. It is time to take a walk with the vacuum cleaner.

12 thoughts on “Good Morning

  1. You are obviously well enough today despite having every reason to express your grumpiness to push your vacuum cleaner around and I will take your advice when my son next suggests changes I should be making to my kitchen.


    • I am feeling a lot better now and am glad when I have a normal daily routine, but normal is a word that is slowly disappearing from my vocabulary. Life is full of surprises at the moment.


  2. You make ordinary life extraordinary. Just wondering about the piano. Do you or Mr. Swiss play? Looks like Tabby Cat is considering tickling the ivories since he/she is blocked from the outside world. Your Living room is beautiful.

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