The world is being coloured white.
The world is being coloured white.
This time all in white
“You dragged me across town to see that.”
“Yes, isn’t she great?”
“She isn’t exactly winsome. I had to drive an hour to see the new creation that everyone is talking about, got stuck in a traffic jam and spent another half an hour to find a parking space to see a fat blue lady.”
“She is not fat, she is a work of art and blue is her mark of individuality. It is one of the best works of art this side of the river.”
“Yea, and that’s where they should have dumped her.”
“I thought you were an expert in curves.”
“They are not curves, but bulges in the wrong place.”
“Even men have bulges in the wrong place.”
“Are you insinuating that I am fat.”
“No, of course not, just a matter of interpretation, although your belt not longer goes round your waist but is a couple of centimeters below, because you no longer have waist.”
“No need to get cynical. Admittedly I have put on a couple of kilos, but that is because you feed me too much.”
“It’s my job, remember. I am a housewife, and cooking is part of the job. So is washing and ironing and cleaning. That is why I keep my figure. It’s called multi tasking. And you don’t have to take second helpings each time.”
“And I do nothing. I go to the office every day to earn the money to keep you looking good at the hairdressers and getting clothed in the latest fashions. That costs.”
“Sure it does, that’s why I only go to the hairdresser when the apprentice cuts my hair, it’s then half price: and the clothes are all from the chain store or bought in the sales. On the allowance I get from you I cannot afford anything more.”
“You think it’s easy earning the money and working out how we can manage.”
“Is that why you spend every Friday evening with the boys in the bar in town, to discuss the budget. Beer isn’t free you know and probably the reason for the missing waistline.”
“One of the only pleasures I have. So I’ve seen the wonderful masterpiece and now we can go home again. By the way you are putting on weight in the wrong places, be careful you don’t look like her.”
“At least I could be a model for an artist and earn enough money to buy something in a boutique.”
“What’s wrong now.”
“I got a parking ticket. See what you cultural excursion has now cost.”
“Not more than an evening out with the boys.”
I am not sure if I trust these sunrises. This morning was a plus over yesterday and yesterday I was sure it was going to be a super day with an excursion on my wheelchair in the afternoon to explore new places to see how it would work. Yesterday afternoon it began to rain and it rained all night. It was nothing dramatic, just a steady drip that would probably have soaked me through. I had to give my idea up and stay at home. When I arose this morning and opened the blinds and saw this, I knew I would have to take a photo. Again I am hoping for a good day, and hope I will not again be disappointed.
Up to now I have just toured our village in the wheelchair, taken a few photos and enjoyed the new experience. Now I am studying road crossings. Most of them have slopes, which will make it easier to go over the road. I have already planned my route. I am discovering the world with my camera again – if it does not rain.
Yesterday our local house mountain, Weissenstein, was hanging in a ridge of interesting clouds. The aftermath of the storm. Switzerland is now busy clearing up the rubble left behind. Our area had fallen tree branches everywhere, and the rivers were rising. My No. 1 son walked into town yesterday afternoon and said the little stream along the road, a tributary of the River Aar, was no longer a stream but a semi torrent. If I get out today, that will be one of my aims for a photo. At the moment there are no floods to talk about and we just hope there will not be a lot of rain.
In Lenk in the Bernese Overland the wind derailed a train. No big injuries, but the carriage was laying on it side afterwards. Adelboden has been hard hit as the only main road to the village is in two pieces in the middle and the big ski races are to take place at the week-end. This means that no-one can get to the village. However building crews are working non-stop on the problem, and this morning the road will be opened with a single track of an alternative side road. The crews for the skiing teams and spectators will be able to get to Adelboden on this road, and the skiers are being flown in by helicopter. I know Adelboden very well as we spent many summer holidays there when the kids were still kids. The road was a good road, but even a hurricane has its power.
Our local train is still functioning quite well from the main station of Solothurn towards East serving the villages on the way. We have at least 4 barriers in our village since the road had been renewed, all working automatically, so often you depart for town and have a couple of minutes waiting time to get into the main road. No problem: I take a photo. Sometimes, always, my driver gets a little impatient. Excuse the strange pattern on the side of the photo, but the windscreen in the car had raindrops.
Today is Saturday so I have no housewife duties and do not have to do anything, just what I want to do. After a talk with my consiglieri, we decided on hungarian goulash a la Angloswiss for dinner, something I have not cooked for some time, so I added onions to the shopping list. The consiglieri said we have enough onions, but goulash is not just beef, but half a pot of paprika and at least 6 sliced onions, large sized. I will begin cooking when I finish this masterpiece and let it cook until lunch time.
My red amaryllis has opened its bud. I now have three amaryllis, a pink one from last year, a white amaryllis and the red one. All going well I am hoping to bring them through the summer so that they will flower again next year.
Have a good Saturday everyone, enjoy your week-end as much as possible and if you are bored, then write all about it. It kills the boredom.
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