Mundane Monday Challenge #134: Mundane Still Life

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I get weird inspirations sometimes. We like mooli, at least I think that is one of the names, another would be Daikon and is a white raddish. We often serve it with cold cuts for the evening food – more like tea than a meal. Mr. Swiss brought this mega mooli home after a shopping trip and I just had to take a photo of this record breaking vegetable. I happened to have the glass ceramic tops to my stove on the table and found they made a good background. I know, you can’t get more mundane, or even more weird with such funny ideas. And I did like the colour contrasts. 🙂

Mundane Monday Challenge #134: Mundane Still Life

Flower of the Day: 06.11.2017 Echinacea


I call them “the photographer’s flower”. They are excellent for macro, for close up and just otherwise. Even the centers are photogenic with their spikes. I have a couple of plants in my garden and if an insect happens to rest awhile on one of the centers then you are guaranteed a good image.

Flower of the Day: 06.11.2017 Echinacea

Share Your World – November 6, 2017

Would you rather take a 2 week vacation with an organized tour or take a cruise of your choice?

Leaving England

Organised is not a word I associate with holiday or vacation. Organised means accounting for the time of the day and that is something I did when I was a working woman. No more long vacations, but perhaps short trips made spontaneously. Cruising is OK, I did it when I was 17 years old on a school trip around the Baltic Sea. It was great visiting all those countries you would never otherwise see, but we were young and time had another meaning. Today I might take a boat trip along the local river to the next town, but not further. Even my flying days are over. Since my dad passed away in England I no longer have a reason to travel so far and to be quite honest I am glad. Travelling on long holidays is not for a golden oldie like me.

Did you like swinging as a child? Do you still get excited when you see a swing?

Playground, Restaurnt Einsiedelei, Rüttenen

Of course I liked to take a ride on a swing when I was a kid. Growing up in the East End of London, we had our playgrounds with swings. It was a concrete playground, but we would swing with no worries, it was the survival of the fittest. It was all made of metal and wood, so you might get a splinter or have a bad fall. The swings were held by strong metal chains. Today the swings seem to be something more refined, colourful and of course very safe and all in plastic or some sort of artifical material. Life today is full of “health and safety” rules and the swings are the victims. No more danger of falling or taking risks in the official playgrounds.

What is the most important thing that you ever learned ? (I bet it’s not something you learned in school)

No idea, although perhaps being able to operate a computer or iPad, even an iPhone. And I could recite the poem “Jabberwocky” from Lewis Carroll by memory.

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. 

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I decided to join the Cloud Appreciation Society. I had been following it for some time as an inactive member, but now I have joined. Clouds are fascinating objects and change constantly. It is an international society and there are members all over the world.

I also ordered my electric wheelchair last week. I need my mobility to go places and relying on my stick is no longer such a sure thing after having two falls. My journeys are limited to 40 kilometers with the battery, but that is far enough. My limit will probably be around 5-10 kilometers according to where the photos are.

Share Your World – November 6, 2017

Daily Prompt: An Improvement

My Office

I had to rethink my organisation. No, there is no panacea and if there was we would have thousands of doctors with no patients, and empty hospitals, not to mention nurses with no one to care for. A cure for MS is not available, not even on the horizon, but a few helps. I can delay my illness with an injection, every two days. Apart from a few blue marks on certain body parts I manage quite well.

What I miss are my walks, only half an hour, but I was seeing the ducks and swans swmming on the local river, seeing trees grow and change their colours and birds flying. A walk up the path to the local castle and rest on a bench overlooking the farmlands. I can still do it, but I tire quicker and I like to take photos on the way, but with a stick in one hand it is difficult to pay attention to the focussing of a camera as well and a danger of falling.

My situation was not improving. I was in the village first aid society for many years. We were present at various local events as a safety measure. Being one of the few in the organisation that knew what a computer was, I also did the accounts for 5-6 years: not that I am an accountant, far from it, but I knew the ways of Excel. Knowing how to operate an account with about 20 links was something else.

And so I called our local chief first aid person for advice. I wanted a wheelchair. I did not want one of these strange objects on wheels looking like something to carry a supermarket basket. We call them a zimmerframe. My dad had one in his last years and I sometimes see golden oldies with them in town, but that is not my thing. Last week Mr. Swiss and I payed a visit to the place where you can buy or rent your wheelchairs and other aids. They were very helpful. Renting was almost more expensive than buying and so I chose my model on wheels with its own battery. There are a few additions to be made: a mirror on the arm rest, a holder for my cane in case I need to walk somewhere, and hard rubber wheels. The normal execution was with wheels that you would have to pump now and again, but I decided to pay the extra for wheels that would take me everywhere without that problem.

It is an outdoor wheelchair, but I have to park it somewhere and leaving it outside would not be very good. I have now changed my desk. I used to look straight out of the window but now the light comes from the left. I was surprised how well it works. I now have room to park my wheelchair behind me. There is a delivery of 2-3 weeks for the wheelchair and I am in no rush. When it arrives the gardners will be finished with our outside renovations and I will be able to sail out of the open window and turn left with access to the path. They removed a bush for the builders but I told the gardners I do not want it replaced. They can now cover that part of the garden with the large stones and gravel.

Life may not be good to us all, but where there is a wheelchair there is a way for me. I would add I can walk independently at home because I feel safe. In the big wide world I have to have my trolley to push in the supermarket, or something to give me confidence when moving. I seem to slow down daily.

Daily Prompt: An Improvement

Good Morning

Rain Clouds

My first look outside this morning was a grey sky and accompanying rain: a real nothing photo to begin the day. Gradially the rain clouds appeared. I drifted off to the kitchen to prepare my frugal breakfast. In the meanwhile I heard the voices of workmen. This was now unusual as the builders have left with all their trimmings, including the scaffolding, and we now have peace,  I remembered that the gardeners were now due to arrive and replace the hundreds of stones piled around our living quarters which they removed to make room for planting the scaffolding.

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Everyone living on the ground floor of our settlement has these stones somewhere in the garden. These are mine from the front garden, some of them. There are many more actually in the garden and on the west side of my dwelling. Some neighours have even had them replaced by something bigger and better, a new architectonic experience. We decided being two golden oldies, it was not worth the money. Those that follow us can please theirselves.


In the meanwhile the water has boiled and I am half way through my cup of tea. The Nespresso coffee machine, miniature variety, is actually only there if we have visitors and who can resist buying a machine that George Clooney uses. I do not drink coffee, only tea, as my digestive system does not allow it, and Mr. Swiss only makes instant.

In the meanwhile Mr. Swiss has made himself busy taking our Dyson for a walk around the appartment.

Vacuum Cleaner

I know, it is an exciting life I lead, full of suprises and drama. Yesterday I had quite a drama, and am still recovering. I have a sewing machine, which I keep in the cellar. The main reason for its exile in the cellar is because I rarely use it. It is a very good machine, a Swiss Bernina and I attended sewing evenings for many years, at least 20, and made all my ow clothes, although this was many years ago. Even our wonderful teacher was retired in the meanwhile and that was when I stopped.

I now just do repair jobs and alterations for home use, but even that is now practically non-existent. If you are a golden olden you can get your expandable comfortable trousers in all sizes, and everything else is universal style. However now and again Mr. Swiss treats himself to something new meaning I have to alter lengths. Yesterday, after a couple of years, I visited my machine in the hobby room to alter the length on a normal pair of blue jeans. First of all I had to search for a plug-in station that worked. I had to call Mr. Swiss. Afterwards I prepared the machine. I used this machine for at least 20 years and even had a complete revision about 10 years go, but I had to think about the various ways of the thread to set it up. The next problem was threading the needle. I wear glasses, and they serve me well, but it seems they are not designed for threading needles. I eventually found a needle threading device and was ready to go. However, it did not go. I needed a “zig-zag” for the raw edge and although the needle was hammering backwards and forwards it was not sewing. It was probably a small detail I had forgotten. I realise now how old I am becoming. Not able to thread a needle in a couple of minutes and using a machine I lived with for many years.

I eventually gave up and did it all by hand in the evening in front of the T.V. Even then I realised that my eye sight is not what it used to be for such delicate work. I know my body no longer does what it should, but I did not expect this. I should really stick to photography and let Mr. Swiss get his alterations done in the shop.

I will now move on. Today they are letting me out for a visit to the supermarket – how exciting. We have already had our summit talk about what to eat today and tomorrow, so what could possibly go wrong. Enjoy the beginning to your week and no stress or rush.

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