If it snows in Switzerland, it really snows: view from my garden.
If it snows in Switzerland, it really snows: view from my garden.
At the monthly market in the town of Solothurn in Switzerland, there is always enough jewellery to choose from: nothing expensive or exclusive, but a good choice.
They do tend to arrive in all shapes and sizes and colours.
OK Fred, I know you are not strange: it was just the way you were made and cannot help it. Just stay in the garden and make sure that everything remains organised.
In the meanwhile today was a peculiar day.
Yesterday afternoon I was sitting at my computer, minding my own business and a buzzing sound filled the air. I made an investigation and found that two bluebottles, the flies with the shiny pullovers, were flying around my widow. The bad thing about bluebottles is that they are fat and ugly and disgusting. The good thing is that they are perfect for elimation with a fly swatter, so I soon had three dead squashed blue bottles. Quick flash on to today. After lunch I was sitting in the living room relaxing with my iPad, a cup of tea, and a piece of chocolate and feeling contented that my Sunday was relaxed.
Suddenly it began to buzz. The re-incarnation had probably taken place, and I was again invaded by three bluebottles, circling around the curtain stripes. I was actually psychologically preparing for my after dinner sleep, but first of all I had business to settle. I managed to execute two of the invaders and then gave up, but they were on my trail. When I reached the bedroom they had followed me and were hovering around the window. I was armed. Within five minutes there were two dead bodies on the floor and the other three escaped through the window. I have no idea why I have been the chosen human for the week-end. I have not seen a specimen all summer. Perhaps they are panicking, because the hot summer weather is turning into cooler Autumn days and they realise that their days are counted. I actually manage to take an action photo, his last photo in this world.
The next peculiarity was that I discovered I could no longer send e-mails on my iPad. I very rarely actually send e-mails as prefer the Facebook messenger. It is cheaper and more efficient. However, last week I sent my cousins a mail, as one does not have facebook (they are twins) and it worked. Today I realised it was not working. I got a message from my supplier that the smtp path or whatever was out of action.
So the search began to cure this ailment. My iPhone was working with e-mails, only my iPad was not. Even my apple computer sent my e-mails. There was a lengthy comparison with my old iPad and new iPad and with Mr. Swiss iPad. I really did not want to call the help desk because it costs money and takes too long and I probably would not understand what the guy would be talking about in any case. Suddenly I noticed, in a strange place, that instead of a password I had an empty line. Mr. Swiss suggeted inserting a password, although it did say optional. And lo and behold it is now working. I did remain cool throughout the whole operation, but now I am a happy bunny. In the meanwhile I had mislaid my mobile phone, so Mr. Swiss had to call me. I heard ducks quacking somewhere (my mobile phone sound) and found it.
My world is now OK, although I had a few peculiar moments this afternoon.
Those of you that watch this space daily (yes, some of us are addicted) may remember that yesterday I confronted you all with a strange grass like plant that suddenly appeared in my garden. I took a closer look later and discovered a suspicious, familiar white stripe on the leaves. This seemed to be a déjà vue and so I examined my grass archives and found this plant. It is some sort of special Japanese reed that used to sit in the corner of my garde, grow forth and multiply to the extent that I had to tell the gardner to remove it. It was not only a threat to my garden, but to the surrounding wild meadow. It seems that its roots had spread a little and been lurking in the ground, waiting for a new chance. I now have a problem. Shall I remove this new growth or discover what it has for intentions. I quite like it and as it is now growing at the edge of the garden, I might be glad one day for it to keep prying eyes away from the appartment. Another one of nature’s wonders.
Speaking of nature’s wonders, No. 1 grandson is doing well, on his fifth day in the world. There is a continuous exchange of photos and videos between me and son. I remember when I had my kids, our clinic was not a progressive as today. Rooming in was not done, the new arrivals were all together in their own room, and you only got to see them when it was time for the milk tap. Today it is different, even in the clinic where mine were born, although in the meanwhile the old clinic has now been demolished and a new one built in its place. Grandson is in the same room as my daughter-in-law and even its daddy can have his meals with his wife in the hospital.
My 15 year old cat Tabby has now developed something new. Her diet mainly consists of vitamin pellets and so I just fill the bowl up in the morning. She does not have feeding times as I am a lazy human, and there is always something in the bowl. However, she has discovered that fresh from the 5 Kg plastic bag tastes better than the pellets laying in the bowl for a few hours. It is a fact that pet food has a certain luring substance to entice them to eat, but only active in enclosed spaces and Tabby knows that it is at its best when fresh in the bowl. Being an intelleigent and demanding cat, she realises that when I fill the bowl in the morning the food tastes much better. With her timing system she now waits for fresh pellets in the bowl. The problem is that she used to have a sleep, wake up and come and look. Me being a sacrificing human, would automatically fill the bowl and put it outside as I would be cleaning the kitchen floor. Tabby says that the word “time” does not exist in meow and so she appears earlier for her rightful new refill. This photo was taken this morning when I entered the kitchen to prepare my breakfast. She has the “what abut me” look on her face, with pleading eyes that stare at me. I did not give in and eventually she disappeared somewhere, but I know she will be back.
Today is Sunday, no stress, take it easy and begin to cook lunch. It is a ham with cooked red cabbage, so I can now start cooking and forget it until lunch time. I have everything organised.
Have a nice day everyone.
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