Share Your World – October 2, 2017

If you were given the opportunity to ride in a helicopter would go?

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Been there and done it and never again. If someone had told me that now and again a helicopter does fall into the Hudson River, I would have thought twice. Of course it was great to see Central Park and the Statue of Liberty from above, but did I feel bad as we were landing. Afterwards, everything was fine, but helicopter flights are not my thing. We had to do it, I mean all good tourists take a flight in a helicopter over New York. I even have a few photos to prove it.

What are some of your favorite type of proteins to eat? (meat, seafood, eggs, soy, cheese, nuts)

I eat them all: a nice juicy piece of meat, fish etc. etc. Why not? my body can take it, so there must be a reason why I can do it. Although I am not so keen on soy, has a sort of cemetery taste.

What would be your preference, awake before dawn, at dawn, or awake before noon?


No preferences. I am glad when I can sleep with no great interruptions and as a golden oldie I have a regular sleep after lunch and now and again a five minute rest in between which is a great help due to my MS problems.

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

Our builders are on the last part of their work and I can see an end to the ordeal we have had to face since April. Not yet finished, but they are adding the last coats of paint. The week ran smoothly, no big problems and we are both still alive and kicking more or less. What could possibly go wrong?

Share Your World – October 2, 2017

Daily Prompt: The Walking Stick Grand Prix

Walking Stick

“Which one do you think I should use?”

“Does it make a difference, a walking stick is a walking stick.”

“Not quite, I average quite a good speed with the brown one. It is a professional stick. On the other hand, although the other is slower, it would make a better impression on the judges when I break through the white tape.”

“What are you talking about? A stick is for walking support.”

“When you enter the grandprix for speediest stick walker of the year, you have to make sure of the details. The brown stick is heavier than the snazzy stick and could slow me down. I think I would be quicker with the coloured stick, although it is not as strong as the brown stick.”

“Are you serious? Sticks are made for walking and not for participating in races.”

“It depends on the prize when you cross the winning line as the first.”

“What is the prize?”

“See, now you get interested when it might depend on the reward. The prize is my dream walking stick. An ebony stick with a grip made of solid silver in the shape of a skull. It will be engraved as Stick walker of the year.”

“And you will be the joke of the year when we go shopping in the supermarket, if you actually win.”

“Of course I will win, I averag and least 10 yards  in five minutes, although I am still not sure which of my sticks will be the best. The brown stick has a cork grip, which means it will not slip out of my hands in the race. The nice luxury stick with the jungle pattern could present a problem as the handle could slip when my hands begin to sweat.”

“You will probably be the only person taking part in the race, so I would not bother.”

“I am not, Mrs. Jones from across the road will also be taking part. She thinks herself so special with her genuine fur covered grip and and the forest design, all very environment friendly made of natural wood. She thinks she invented stick walking just because she won last year. That stick was her prize. ”

“I think she is a very nice lady and always likes to have a little chat if you meet her.”

“When did you meet her? I havn’t seen her for a long while. And what do you talk about?”

“Oh come on, she must be at least ten years older than you are. If you must know she was telling me about her great grandchildren.”

“I don’t trust her. I saw her doing practice walks with her cane in the back garden. I am sure she is using a special lubrification for her stick.”

“Oh, come one. And if you win, I will not be going with you to the supermarket when you are walking with a silver skulled stick.”

“Why not, Mrs. Jones husband would be proud to be seen with his wife with such a stick. You have no idea, and now I will be gone for an hour.”

“Where are you going?”

“To the park of course.”

“But it is already getting dark outside.”

“No problem, I have a built in laser beam on my stick. I had it converted as a practice cane. In the evening there are less stick walkers around, and I can really let go for a first class training opportunity. I cannot wait for the race – I am sure I will win.”

“Of course, but be careful.”

“Perhaps you could give me a hand and foot massage before I go, to loosen up my stick walking abilities. Wake up I am talking to you.”

Daily Prompt: The Walking Stick Grand Prix

Good Morning


Good morning from the breakfast room at the Angloswiss villa. The table is set for breafast and I have almost eaten my two frugal slices of bread and jam. The computer has been powered up, so what could possibly happen.

It was then that I hear a knock on the window. We were both in the back bedrooms and I was not dressed for entertaining people, so Mr. Swiss dropped everything to see what the problem was. A painter was standing in front of the windows and informed that today was the day. The other side of our appartment would have its walls painted and we would be enclosed in plastic. The whole process only takes a day it seems and then it will be finished.


The painter began his preparations for the plastic cocoon. He attached his edges to the window and before he could continue further another guy arrived. He was not dressed in white overalls with a paint roller in his pocket. He had so-called store clothes, as they said in the cowboy films. and in the cowboy films the guys in store clothes were always the villains.

He had a board in his hand with a paper clip and was busy writing stuff down. This is dangerous. Our painter stopped his work and they moved on together. This is never a good sign when the store clothes guys arrive, because they begin to alter everything. We were under the impression that a day in plastic was not big problem, but the result of these discussions might mean a delay and two days in plastic. Trust no-one, especially if they are builders and their attachments. Our painter has now disappeared – will he return, it is almost their morning break time. I have my doubts.

We managed to reap one important information that our scaffolding will be removed on 23rd October, just another 3 weeks of seclusion from the outer world, although seeing is believing. I cannot imagine how it used to be with a free and open view on the world outside.

Back garden

This is how it used to be, a perfect place to relax outside in the Summer and even eat your meals. And now?

Renovation 29.09 (3)

Need I say more. At least we had room to drink a cup of coffee or tea outside and watch the scaffolding.

Today it will be a shopping trip to the local supermarket and I will not be sorry. We can escape from the excitement of watching the paint dry on our walls, although our painters have now disappeared with the guy in the store clothes. I tell you, you cannot trust those people with the clip boards and the pen in the hand.

In the meanwhile Tabby ventures outside to her water bowl, but has disappeared again as the painter has returned and is now sealing my kitchen window from the outside world.

Enjoy the day and do not forget, beware of the painters and those wearing “store clothes”.