I do not know a lot about these flowers, except that they look good.
I do not know a lot about these flowers, except that they look good.
There are always enough seats on the restaurant mile on the banks of the River Aare in our town of Solothurn in Switzerland.
Our local town of Solothurn is preparing for the Autumn Trade Fair “HESO” (Herbstmesse Solothurn) and has put up banners in red a white in the main street in town – our cathedral St. Urs in the background.
My amaraylis is flowering. I am especially proud as it flowered last year around Christmas and I kept it outside in the garden during the summer, giving it water and feeding it with fertiliser. I noticed the bud a couple of weeks ago and now it is flowering for the second time. Just proves you can keep your amarylis and do not throw them away. It is a little early, as it was supposed to flower around Christmas.
Anyone for some dry aged beef, blood red. It is supposed to be the best you can have, but too expensive for my tastes.
If you are an addict and join a group you introduce yourself: My name is Angloswiss and I am a ….. gamer, or something like that. I discovered gaming when I discovered the computer, but only in my spare time in the evening. Games like Wizzball, Koronis Rift etc. all on the Commodore 64, although I blame it on my No. 2 son, he was the discoverer.
And so I would take over the computer in the evening when he went to bed. One fine day I became a golden oldie and no longer had to work for my living, because the state paid me my pension. What to do all day? I was not ready for this new life, and so I continued gaming, but this time during the day. Facebook etc. were banned at my workplace but now I was at home. I discovered Zynga and its gaming world. I had a restaurant, a town, and a farm (actually 5 farms). There were even four islands planted with all sorts of plants. My gaming world became a thriving business until one day I realised there must be more to life.
I decided to go cold turkey. Over the past years I noticed that my gaming world had crumbled online and many of the games no longer exist. Perhaps there were too many golden oldies that decided online gaming was more stress than a full time job.
And now????? I blog and take photos, but in my own time and let’s face it, it’s fun. But I did have a nice little restaurant somewhere in Facebookland, with 40 stoves cooking and and and….. No, forget it, my gaming days are over.
And I had my own pet in Petville. Her name was Morticia and she had more clothes in her wardrobe than I had. Here she was ready for bed. I decorated her bedroom myself. She had a wonderful house. Yes, I was a gamer, and loved it at the time. Remember Bouderdash????’
I remember in the Mao Tse Tung days in China when all the workers wore the same clothing, blue serge trousers and jackets in the same style and we in the West felt sorry for them all, having no choice to wear anything else. We even laughed at them. Are we any different? I have noticed that the working colours of the West Europeans have now become orange. If you have a tool in your hand, even a wheelbarrow, then wear orange, and even better with a silver stripe somewhere. It has become the worker’s uniform.
We have a local railway and they are always doing something to it. It functions quite well, but somehow people must be given a job to do. I have noticed that there are always three men working together, dressed in orange of course. One actually works, the second gives instructions and the third looks on to make sure the job is done properly. What a wonderful organisation. Perhaps they were only wearing orange to match the blinds on the hotel rooms behind them.
Even the repair wagons for the workers are orange. This has really become the workers colour, or is it camouflage. There might be a worker leaning on the wagon taking a break, but you will not see him, because he is wearing the same shade of orange. And if he is eating an orange, then you will never find him.
I took this photo yesterday on my way to town: note the orange trouser legs. I believe this man was removing the dirt from the rails: an autumn cleaning session.
Yes, orange is the new worker’s colour.
New Autumn Shoes
What me? For dinner?
“Anyone got a cure for a stiff neck?”
Another sun filled morning with blue skies and who wants to see bright blue skies. I prefer a little cloud mixture. The local farmers are now preparing their hay supplies for the cows next winter, so every time I wheel past a field in my chair there is a tractor somewhere gathering the grass that has dried in the sun. In the olden days I remember the farmers having to turn it during the day with hay forks to get it nicely dry, but now there are machines.
Otherwise I went to town yesterday. As said, it was our once a month market day, although not as busy as I thought it would be. It probably gets more crowded in the mornings, but mid afternoon it was more sightseeing and a stroll amongst the stalls. It was a first time for me in the wheelchair but no problem. As I do my own wheeling I do not need someone to push.
There was the usual market ornaments to see.
My hiking days are now over, but I still have a collection of my old walking boots. As the years go past they get more lightweight with new material. The used to be heavy leather boots.
And of course some home made jam could be bought. I did not buy anything, but just used the opportunity to take some photos.
Talking of photos I would often take part in photo challenges in WordPress, mainly hosted by CEE. She has not given up with a few of the challenges, but has found some good people to carry on so I will probably gradually be posting more of my photos in the new groups. I also take part in two daily prompts, in between go for wheelies in my chair and have discovered that life as a golden oldie can be more busy than the days I was working a full time job.
Today my cleaning lady is here which relieves a little of the housework that I can no longer do so well: bathroom, shower and kitchen. Otherwise I have my little daily routine. Mr. Swiss helps, but he is also not getting any younger.
As I wheeled back home yesterday from town I took again the river side path: it is a bit stony, but my tank manages to overcome the stones. The swans were gathering again.
They were mainly foraging in the depths looking for food. I read somewhere they are vegetarian, so mainly feed on the water plants.
I also wheeled past the preparations for our town fair which opens its doors towards the end of the month.
I have now discovered that the wooden constructions at the entrance are a feature for our forests. I spoke to the guy building it up and he told me that there was a pavilion and a tent and all sorts of interesting stuff and we can write our suggestions about making the forests better for all. I said it would be a good idea to make concrete paths for wheel chair drivers, which of course would not be the case. Although I did mention that I would be interested in seeing all that they have at the exhibition, but he should tell his boss that a small ramp would be a good idea for us that have to depend on wheels. He agreed and it seems that something will be done. It does not need a lot, just a wide plank would do the trick. Otherwise it seems that the whole Autumn fair is also constructed with wheelchairs in mind. Looks like I will be busy.
Otherwise have a good day, enjoy and stay safe.
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