Just a normal hibiscus but hibiscus are not normal, they look different every time.
Just a normal hibiscus but hibiscus are not normal, they look different every time.
Looks like a soup day at the local chapel with some strange fruits.
The anchoring mechanism of one of our bridges over the River Aare
This was a music student earning some spare cash for his study and he was quite good playing the oboe.
Slapdash? We are in Switzerland and the Swiss do not do slapdash, at least not usually. Take the example of this proud tower in the town of Solothurn. It was built in the 15th centuary. You are changing your eye glasses, somehow the perspective is not good?
The tower was built on the edge of town on the banks of the River Aare. It is almost as if the town was ashamed of it, pushing it as far out as possible and even placing the local railway bridge in front, disturbing the view when the trains roar past from Zürich to Geneva.
Something wrong with the tower? OK, it is not called the Krummturm for nothing: translated into english it would be the Wonky Tower, and now we have it. Someone somewhere made a mistake when building it, but they probably only noticed it when they tried to put the spire on the tower. Fritz said to Hans “Hey where is the middle?” and Hans answered “where it always is”, but this time Fritz and Hans had a long discussion about it, trying to find it and realised that the middle was not the middle. They probably had a word with Fridolin, one of the workers involved in making the foundation. Fridolin consult his measuring pole, or whatever, and it seemed his wife had been using it to stoke the fire and it was also wonky.
Now the case was clear. If you have a wonky foundation, you will have a wonky tower. They decided to forget the whole thing and hope that no-one noticed. Almost 600 years later the inhabitants of the town notice it, but who cares. It attracts the tourists.
The existence of the Krummturm is a true fact, one of the monuments in our local town of Solothurn. The exact details of how and why can be found in Internet, but I only found the explanation in the German language, so you will just have to take my word for it. I am not sure about Fritz, Hans or Fridolin, but who cares. Photo by me of course.
Abstinence is my second name,
I am excellent at playing that game
My life has been one merry go round
Of refusing to enjoy the pleasures I found
When I was sixteen I smoked my first,
I gave up with 50 and discovered they were cursed
15 cigarettes a day were getting too many
they were not cheap and cost a pretty penny
I did it in a week, it was not easy
And I must admit giving up made me queasy
As time progressed I felt much better
I followed instructions until the last letter
I did not begin to suck my thumb
Kept my mouth occupied by chewing gum
And then came the day when fisherman’s friend
I loved the taste and the exploding end
They were super mints and set my head on fire
but I began to count how many I would admire
I was becoming a slave to these peppermint sweets
No-one could stop me from enjoying these treats
And so I gave up, I still had my coffee
I had problems with digestion it was a bad toffee
Now what was left, I did not drink
Alcohol made me feel bad, my brain could not think
I was living the life of complete perfection
It was because of my careful selection
There was no doubt, I needed a router
And then I discovered the wonderful computer
Blogging and photography became my cure
Cigarettes, peppermints and coffee were no more the lure
This is the sky I like in the morning. Not too many clouds, just an artistic dusting and a background of blue. Keeps my camera happy.
And I also found the solution to my mouse pad problem. Since working with my Mac outside on the porch I have had difficulties with my magic mouse losing contact. I know many do not like them, they do not have the same logitech qualities, but I have persisted. My porch table is not so suitable for a mouse because of the spaces between the wood, and I tried a few mouse mats, but no improvement. I had a flash bang in my brain and now use one of the plastic mats I generally use for my crockery when eating and it works perfectly. No more losing mouse connections and getting them again. a few minutes later. Yesterday I had twice as long to do my computer blogs. The things you discover, even when you are a golden oldie.
I went for a wheelie in my chair into town yesterday afternoon, for lack of something else to do. The town is really fully decorated now for our Autumn fair with red and white flags hanging in all the little streets. This is a view down the slope to our bicycle bridge. I also noticed yesterday that the first stand, which features our forests with a very nice arrangement
now has a ramp the complete length and no longer the high step, making it perfect for wheelchairs. Is this the result of the conversation I had with one of the guys who was preparing it all? I said it would be difficult to see it with the wheelchair and a young lady told me yesterday that suddenly the men appeared with their machines and made a perfect slope. Perhaps I should make some more suggestions about having squirrels and deer and hedgehogs, although perhaps not. I do not want to overdo it.
It also seems that the various restaurants at the fair are taking shape and the pizzeria (and flammeria?) are already in position. Next week the various businesses and shops will probably be installing their goods, so there will be plenty for me to work on with the camera. The only problem with this business fair when it arrives, is that if you need any business done with various stuff, like plumbing and other repair work, forget it. The companies are engaged with their stands and have no spare emloyees to do the work. At least that was our experience many years ago with a washing machine we bought locally. It only needed a small repair, but the answer was “when the fair is over”.
It was a cloudy and somewhat dismal afternoon yesterday and the Jura did not look so bright and promising with the clouds hanging over it, but gradually the sun won the battle and we are now heading for bright weather again and thinking about watering the garden now and again.
Today is Satuday, so another lazy day for me, although Mr. Swiss will be going to town to get a few remains for the week-end. I have no plans for today. I might take a wheelie to the castle and the farm, but will wait and see how I feel and whether my midday hugging the bed does not take too long.
I have a nice simple meal for lunch, one of those Chinese stir-fry meals where you throw it in the wok and let is fry, featuring a few chicken breasts for the meaty addition. We are not gourmet people, just like a good meal fresh from the kitchen. I was watching our master chef programme on the TV yesterday evening and I must say what they do, I can as well without any complicated explanations. The only difference is I serve portions to relieve the hunger and do not do 6 chips and transform my peas into a puree. I am also not an artist when it arrives on the plate, but we know what we are eating. I do not think I will apply for that programme, but stick to my home cooking.
And now to continue with my life’s work: cleaning, ironing and everything I have been doing for the last 50 years of married life, although I now have the time and do not have to fit it into my work life. Just leave some “me” time for some blogging on the way.
I hope your week-ends will be successful and take care those that are battling against the hurricane Florence in Florida. I am thinking of you all.
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