I had never seen them so tiny and white before, but always a pleasure to the eyes.
I had never seen them so tiny and white before, but always a pleasure to the eyes.
I had never seen them sleeping before. I took a walk along the River Aar in Switzerland, just along the path to where I live. It was early evening and there were two swans floating and sleeping on the river.
You want snippets, you can have them. Some were large snippets, others like snow flakes tumbling down and usually magnetically attracted to the windows if the blinds were up. The blinds were often closed because we were warned that our windows would be affected.
I was affected, Mr. Swiss was affected, our cat was affected. For almost 8 months we were under siege from a team of buiders, dedicated to improve our life style. They stripped our walls, transforming the original insulating material into snippets of rubbish. It was laying everywhere, the styrofoam of life. It was magnetic, but not attracted to metal, attracted to everything else. Our cat Tabby had a new coat of fur, with a fashionable pattern of white dots.
Was it all worth it? Now eight months later when the builders have disappeared, the gardiners have removed their machines and the big hut where they met for the coffee breaks, ate their sandwiches and discussed the further tortures of the inhabitants has also disappeared. This week, eight months later, it was hoisted onto a truck and is now on its way to annoy others. Of course, we got used to it. We got used to having a scaffolding in the front and back yard. We got used to the screeching of pneumatic chisels as they removed the snippets of plaster from our walls, only to be replaced with a new layer of styrofoam.
We greeted the workmen in the morning and said goodbye in the evening. It was a new life, but where was the summer. The days of sitting outside on the porch having lunch and enjoying the warmer weather. You could even lower the sunblind if it was too hot, but we no longer had a sun blind. We no longer had a table outside for lunch, it had been removed to the cellar and will remain there until next spring.
It is now finished. I said to Mr. Swiss this week “was it worth it”. We were in complete agreement, no it was not worth it. It was not worth losing a complete summer when you are golden oldies. You do not know how many summers you have left. We were under observation, we could no longer relax in our own home in the morning. Be sure to wear something respectable when eating breakfast in the kitchen, there might be a worker outside and there usually was.
It was a summer of our life, that never was. It disappeared behind a wall of noise, dust and dirt. And now, after taking 1,100 photos of the work progress, I am only left with the memories in my online photo album. One day, in the future years to come when I am no longer here, it might be decided to remove the building to make room for something better. I see it happening everywhere around me. We love our village, love the surroundings and even love our home, but a summer long we despaired if we would ever love it again.
It happens quicker than you think. Mr. Swiss once lived in this building in the fifties and today a new block of appartments has already reached the second floor on the building site.
No sunrise this morning, for the simple reason that it does not seem to have risen. Yesterday we had some snow, which mixed itself with rain, and eventually it was only rain. I was glad as the gardiner had refreshed my dead lawn with seeds. The weather is a bit too cold to propagate them into a fully grown lawn, but who knows. I was worried that the birds might attack the seeds, but they had no great interest. I think they were full from the birdhouse supplies. There was only a lonely blackbird digging around in the earth, but after she pulled a worm out, she disappeared with her trophy in her beak.
However this morning I saw something that looked like a yellow leaf on my avocado. When I took a closer look I realised that my new white amaryllis had opened a flower. I have never had a white one and it was something completely different.
Otherwise nothing exciting is happening in the life of the Angloswiss at the moment. I was going to the store yesterday to order my new iPhone X, but I was too lazy. It was raining and I had no inspiration to go into town. Mr. Swiss would have taken me, but he was also not so full of inspiration, so I postponed it to today. Mr. Swiss did mention that I have been talking about it for at least a month, so perhaps it would be a good idea to do it.
I noticed on my last visit to the supermarket they had a special sales campaign for Yamaha electric pianos. This was the grand piano version and it was even playing a tune. The had a few models there, and as I left the supermarket a young man was playing on one of the pianos, the white one in the background. I stood awhile and listened and he saw me, but I told him to carry on, I was enjoying the concert.
I noticed Rocket man had again launched a new missile in his collection, although he was assuring us that North Korea would used their nuclear weapons only to keep the peace in the region. What is the point in getting excited about it. Actually Kim Jong Un spent a very small part of his school days in Switzerland, although it has never been officially confirmed by the North Korean government. Kim Jong Un in Switzerland The North Korean government never confirm anything, unless it is a new bomb.
Due to the fact that I do not go places and see things, except for the supermarket, there is not much more to report. I will now move on to the exciting task of cleaning and getting ready for today’s exciting excursion to the store.
Have a good day everyone.
Enjoying life and the empty nest while easing into retirement,
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