Share Your World – September 11, 2017

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Would you want $200,000 right now or $250,000 in a year? It’s safe to assume all money is tax free.

At my age and the current state of the world? I would take it right now. Who knows if I am still able to spend it in a year.

Is it more important to love or be loved?

Both are important, one is not more than the other.

List things that represent abundance to you.

Difficult according how to interpret

Being able to buy the food you need every day

Living in a country safe from war

Having a good medical care system

Having a roof over your head

What inspired you this past week?  Feel free to use a quote, a photo, a story, or even a combination.

I became a grandmother last week. It was an “on-line” delivery. Son called me in the morning, called again midday and in the afternoon baby Alexander was born. I now get the “daily Alexander photos and videos” as my son calls them. Everything went well. It is a modern world when the first cries you hear from a new born are per messenger in Internet. And of course I am thrilled to bits.

Share Your World – September 11, 2017

Daily Prompt: How to be a golden oldie

Bouquet

And another cheerful theme from the WordPress gods wherever they may be. I thought I would brighten it up with a virtual bouquet, courtesy of my local supermarket flower department.

Of course I sympathise with people, but with the problems in this world, it would be a full time job. There are so many catastrophies at the moment that sympathy no longer covers it all. I read somewhere today that the End of the World groups are predicting that our tonados and earthquakes are all signs that tomorrow will be your last day, so there is no point in stocking up on provisions as you will no longer be around to enjoy them.

On the other hand I have a very morbid hobby. It must be due to becoming a golden oldie, but I read the daily local newspaper regularly on my iPad. We are subscribers, and so have it delivered in the paper version daily. Some mysterious person drops it in the letter box in the twilight hours.  As we are subscribers we also have the free online version. Of course I read the headlines and look at the pictures, but local is local and so not really a super example of journalism. However there is a page somewhere after the middle showing obituaries, those that no longer read the newspaper. I have to make the page bigger by swiping with my fingers because te print is quite small.

I always used to read the newspaper articles, but now skip through. The older I get, the more interesting the little boxes framed in black become. You actually begin to recognise names and notice that the average age of the departed have dates similar to your own. You do not have to know the people no longer amongst us, but they were part of your surroundings. It might be an ex owner of a shop, someone that you casually remember from work, even a local politician:  local known figures. I read the names of their surviving relatives. What a morbid person I have become.

Although I must add, my mother-in-law was also a fan of this page in the newspaper. She did not have the newspaper, but the headquarters were on her way to town and they always had the pages of the daily newspaper hanging in the window. Yes, she would pause and read it all whilst standing in the street, especially the obituaries. It must be a sign of progressive age, a pasttime for golden oldies. I should really concentrate more on the sports pages, it would be more healthy, or pehaps not the special offers in the local grocery shop. Even the local undertaker has an advertisement in the newspaper. Ok, I will go now, but it is all daily life.

Daily Prompt: How to be a golden oldie

Good Morning

Avocado

My avocado has grown this year: not yet producing fruit, but who knows. I had it in the garden during Summer with some of my other potted plants and more or less forgot it. I planted the stone from a fruit two years . The new leaves that appear are not bigger. I have now moved it to a place in front of the kitchen so that I can keep my eye on it. When the colder weather arrives, especially at night the temperatures drop, it will then have a winter place inside. Mr. Swiss was astonished to see that I actually have two avocado plants. I planted a second stone last year, and that too has survived, although not as tall as this one.

It was quite exhausting to shift my plants to a safe place to prepared them for the colder temperatures, but now they are ready for the inside. I also have my amaryllis from last year, which was a wonderful plant.

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I decided it was worth a trial to keep it and let it flower again this year, so after a jogging tour on Internet, I found instructions on how to do it. The person that wrote the instructions had about 10 of these plants that he had kept year after year. It has now been sitting in a pot outside, being fed with fertiliser and only producing leaves. The leaves have now disappeared, except for a small remant in the middle of the pot and it looks like it is still alive. I do not know what is happening in the bulb, but all going well there should be something ready to grow again this year. I will have to refresh the insructions, but I think the idea is now to ignore it, let it dry out a bit and begin to give it water again towards the end of the year. They are not so expensive to buy, and if it does not look like it will succeed I can always buy a new one.

My poinsettia has also survived the summer outside, as well as the Christmas cactus, so I am ready to go.

Our troop of builders are now slowly dwindling and we are left with a stone cutter, who is still busy shaping the stones to size and annoying everyone with the noise. The machine has been depositied next to my neighbour’s garden, who is quite annoyed with the noise (arn’t we all). He now realised that the grinding wheel was completely blunt and instructed the worker to replace it with a new one. Since then it no longer makes such an annoying noise, but still makes a noise. There is one man fiddling around with something outside one of our windows, but perhaps he is bored and no longer has a target in his building life. It can only now get better and we are waiting for the invasion of the painters and eventual removal of the scaffolding, when we will clap our hands and do a happy dance.

Time to go shopping again today. We had to revise our shopping list system. What is the point of having a list when you forget to write what you need? Yes we are becoming lazy and forgetful in our golden oldie years. I will not go into details, it could become embarrassing, but things are not so well organised as they should be. If one of us forgets, it is no problem, but when we both forget it could get very uncomfortable. As soon as we think of something it will be written on the list for both of us to see on the cloud. There is no point in writing it on paper, because I can no longer write, my hands do not do what I want them to (they prefer a keyboard), and I have never been able to read Mr. Swiss handwriting.

In the meanwhile a fly has again arrived. He probably want to partake in my breakfast bread crumbs remainders. It is that time of the year for all sorts of insects searching for a home to spend the winter. Where do the flies go in winter is the question. I always imagined small space ships arriving and taking them back to Planet Fly for the Winter holidays. They survive and return again next Spring – who knows?

Fly

Have fun and enjoy the day and above all keep safe.