Good Evening


They say better late than never, so this is a small compensation for the fact that I did not wish you a good morning this morning. Yesterday evening we had a few of those wonderful sunsets and I would have like to have shown them this morning. Unfortunately I had an appointment at the hospital for the surgeon to remove the stitches from my ear. The week of taking penicillin was over and I had been sleeping with 7 stitches in my Ear flap for 7 nights: no pain, but irritating.

So now I am back again in the land of the living with a changed ear. It does look very interesting, and I am sure that no one has a notch in the top flap of their ear like me. The outline of the ear takes a dip at the top, but returns again.  It is so nice to be original.

The doc decided to empty my ears of excess wax while he was doing the job. He had a new method that I did not know. Instead of the good old syringe with water, he has a mini mini vaccum cleaner and it sucks up the wax in the ear. I am sure my ancestors were candle makers as I seem to produce enough wax to make one, especially in the left ear.

However I am here again, although tomorrow might be a little late with my greetings as the cleaning woman will be here. Oh, the stress of a golden oldie. See you tomorrow or whatever it will be in your country.


RDP #67: Spiral

Garden Hose 14.04.2017

I suppose life is full of spirals. They are everywhere. We live with them. If I was a scientist, a genius, I could now write a thesis on time and its spiral, but unfortunately the only spirals I am acquainted with are those that are the reasons for when I slip and fall. I am an expert on them. In the last 10 year I have broken my arm twice, broken a leg and today had the stitches removed from my ear. Don’t ask. Each time I took a spiral movement before it happened.

I am sure that spirals are my enemy. How often have I almost tripped on my garden hose because of its spiral that just hangs there waiting. I am sure it has decided that one day, when I am less expecting it, I will take it in my hand to water the garden and it will begin to spiral around my arm and when I open the water tap it will pulsate and throb to pull its grip tighter. It is hanging on the wall and observing my every movement. Beware the garden hoses and their spirals, they are lurking and waiting.

Solothurn 05.04 (8)

Stairs are another spiral enemy. How often do I clutch the railings at the side hoping that it will save me if a stair decides to attack. The steps are waiting for their chance to throw you off balance and they know no mercy. Just as you reach the bottom two or three steps they attack. They have been waiting for their chance. The stairs make sure that your feet are attached to your legs at the top because they gloat, they watch and are savouring every nervous step you take.

And then you have almost done it, just almost, reached the bottom step. It is then that they shift. You do not notice it, it is a subtle movement, but they do it. Just when you are ready to pat yourself on the back for reaching the bottom step your foot suddenly has a will of its own (it is the staircase of course) and you lay in a crumpled heap on the floor. You do a body check and realise you can move your limbs with no pain, and breathe a sigh of relief, realising that this time nothing is broken.  All you now have to do is stand up. We will leave this exciting part, either you can do it or not. Just remember, the spirals in life are your greatest enemies.

Steps to Tower, St. Urs Cathedral, Solothurn

Looking at my various photos which I took in my garden and in town, I realise that I am surrounded by the spirals. They are closing in on me.

RDP #67: Spral