Trains never seem to arrive when they should.
Trains never seem to arrive when they should.
There they were sitting at the entrance of the supermarket and both staring in the same direction. No prizes for guessing. They were anticipating the arrival of their lady. They felt lonely and forgotten.
Anticipating needs patience. Try taking a midday sleep when you keep your telephone switched on for news that is important, something you had been waiting to happen and today is the day. Every buzz the phone makes might be the expected news. You try to sleep but it is a restless sleep and then a fly begins to make a round trip buzzing on his way. Eventually you relax, even close your eyes but suddenly you are immediately awake, there is a telephone signal. No that is not the signal you want, registering a like on WordPress, or the latest news from the BBC. Even the swiss news has something to report. The event you are anticipating will eventually happen and the dog’s owner will also arrive. It is just a matter of patience.
I think I will occupy myself with something else, like cleaning the shower, or eating a banana to the accompaniment of writing a daily prompt on word Press. Yes, that is the solution, it will take my mind off the anticipated news and at the end of the day you will be wondering what the fuss was all about, perhaps, probably. Anticipating makes you nervous. What if? No, it is just a question of anticipation
I will have to move on and tomorrow will again anticipate a new WordPress prompt.
I wish I could take a photo with a clear view of my garden and its bushes, also showing a wide sky, but my horizon has been limited for almost 6 months by our building work. Only another two months to go and we will be free.
Yesterday I saw chief builders walking around in my front garden. I naturally opened my window and struck up a conversation. There was a lady writing things on a paper strapped to a board to give her a firm background and three men.
“You look quite official” I said “is something new happening?”
“No, we are from company for your new blinds on the window.”
“Great, the blinds disappeared 5 months ago. And now the new ones will arrive, tomorrow?”
“Not exactly (accompanied with peals of laughter) it will be in 2 weeks.”
“And will they be something new and revolutionary.”
“Just the normal metal blinds, similar to the ones before.”
I am now confused and asking why we have to have new blinds, when the old ones were working perfectly. It seems we are getting the same thing again, just new. I will still be washing my blinds once a year and rolling them up and down. OK, I could have chosen to have electric blinds, but no thankyou. It is not worth the extra money for a little electric motor on each window. And so building life goes on.
I made my daily excursion to Facebook this morning and read a contribution from a far flung FB acquaintence that I do not know personally, just a remainder from my Farmville days, which she also no longer plays. She mentioned that she wanted to use her computer to look up a few details and forgot how it works. It seems she only uses her iPad and this was an exception. I did not realise that this could happen. I am very much attached to my iPad because I can sit in my chair, read a book, and have a peep to see if there is anything to react to: saves time and bother with organising the computer, which has probably been put to bed. However, my iPad does not replace my computer. I love my iPad, have the largest possible capacity (256 whatever) but there are things I can do on the computer that are complicated on my iPad.
I also noticed on Facebook there is now something called “marketplace” where people in my area either are searching for something particular to buy, or have something to sell. Naturally I had a look and find it quite a good thing. I can have a free lady’s bike from someone in a nearby village, I just have to fit it up with new brakes. As I cannot ride a bike I lost interest. There are a couple of computers being sold, and even training shoes. I am not buying anything, but just like to look. I find it a good idea, why throw it away if it is broken, when you can sell it.
Today is a day of shopping, a trip to the local supermarket and a photo session on the way from the car. Perhaps I can persuade Mr. Swiss to take the scenic route.
Enjoy the day. It must be Autumn, the local store is now selling heather.
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