FOWC with Fandango: Parking

Feldbrunnen to Solothurn 17.02 (5)

You must know them, they are everywhere. Every town has its underground parking, perhaps even 2 or 3. Our town of Solothurn has one in the eastern part of the town, another in the West and a third in the South.

I was going to tell the same old story today about the difficulties of parking. I do have difficulties, especially if the car is too wide. Luckily our car is normal sized. If possible I try to find two empty parking spaces, even better three, together. That way the danger of a collision with another car is avoided. There is of course another problem and this happened today.

Mr. Swiss had a doctor appointment this afternoon. At the moment our car is in the garage for a small dent and scrape on the door, no problem. Our local garage gave us a substitute for the week. It is thank goodness an automatic, slightly bigger than ours, but it is OK. I just have problems getting in and out with my wonky left leg, but I can do it.

Mr. Swiss had parked in the central parking on the West. When  he  finished his appointment, he went to the parking house to pick up the car and could not find it. Golden Oldies tend to forget things, especially when they hurry and he could not remember where he put the car. The parking is three floors. He could eliminate the top floor as that never has any room, so he began his search on the second and third floor. After half an hour he gave up and reported to the guy in charge who kindly went with him to help. If it had been our own car perhaps this would not have happened. Another problem was that he did not know the number on the car. In the meanwhile he phoned the garage and they did not know either, and had to search for it, but eventually found it. So the guy in the parking went for a walk with Mr. Swiss and eventually they found the car. Of course it is embarrassing, but you get used to these things when you will be 80 years old next year. There was even a lady that asked Mr. Swiss if she could help.

And that is his story and he is sticking to it. The funny thing is that this happened today, this afternoon. He is now at home relaxing from the stress.

FOWC with Fandango: Parking

RDP Wednesday: Colour

October Market Day 08.10 (12)

I took the photo of this colourful chicken at the local market this week. And the word colour I spell with a “u” after the “o” being a Brit. I grew up that way.

What would the world be without colour? Probably quite boring for most of us, if you actually see colour as it is. Some of us might even be colour blind, mostly the men, but they are blind to a lot of things according to the women.  I suppose men are more into shapes and sizes. Ask your male partner which colour you should choose for your new dress. The answer is “it’s up to you, all colours are quite nice”, but perhaps he is looking at other details which please him better.

My dad was colour blind and if you asked him to give you the green box it will probably be a blue box when it arrives, if you are not colour blind as well. If a man is colourblind and has a son, the son will probably also be colour blind. If he has a daughter you might think the colour blind curse has been avoided, but unfortunately not. My youngest is colourblind. His dad is not colour blind, but my dad was and the gene continues into the next generation through the females.

So do not worry No. 2 son, it is not your fault if you wore a green sock and blue sock when you were a kid, just blame it on grandad and me.

Does this mean that a girl will never be colour blind? I asked that question once and was told that if the mother’s father is colourblind and the father also, and they have a daughter, then she will be colour blind. My No. 2 son did have a few problems with driving the car, but he eventually noticed that the red light was a different shade to the green one, but if he actually saw the colour I am not sure.

HESO 25.09 (5)

Being a very amateur photographer I love taking photos of colours. When I came across this display at the local Autumn fair I was fascinated by the diversity of the various colours and this was only kitchen equipment.

So what is your favourite colour? I always pick blue because it suits my blue eyes, but are they really blue? Colours are a reflection of the light apparently. I remember dissecting a cow’s eye in biology at school and the back of the eye was showing all colours of the rainbow, although apparently a cow only sees his 50 shades of grey. A human eye has a grey background, and we see colours.  No I am not an expert, just a few facts I picked up in my 72 years of golden oldiism.

Anyhow that is my story and I am sticking to it, until someone reads this and tells me what I got wrong. Nobody is perfect.

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RDP Wednesday: Colour

Good Morning

Morning Mist

Not very spectacular for a morning sunrise, but the mist has gathered and makes everything a bit blurred. It is now Autumn and the mornings are a little damp, although still no rain. It must be at least a month since we had some water falling down. I am still watering my garden, and now a little more as the gardener has planted a lot of new stuff and said I should make sure it does not dehydrate.


I was please to discover that one of my new plants managed to produce a flower. I discussed the flowers I wanted in my new beds and many suggestions were made, but to be quite honest I cannot remember half of the plants we decided on. I was more into colour of the flowers, but somehow we decided on a carnation as a filler here and there and  I already have the first flowers. This is a little unusual perhaps for Autumn, but our Autumn still has a touch of late summer with it.

Yesterday I discovered one of those larger sized beetles crawling up the bedroom wall. We now and again get a few odds and ends from the garden as each room in my apartment has a window, but there are certain insects that should stay outside, including beetles. i had to engage the help of Mr. Swiss who spent some time examining how to transport it outside without injuring it. I think he did it with some paper but said it was difficult not to harm it on the way. Yes, we have an insect survival station in our home altough I draw the line with flies and moths,

Flies are quite easy at the moment. They are now getting lazy and as soon as they sit the last thing they see in their short life is a swatter. During the summer I kept them away with mint plants positioned in strategic places in the apartment, but the mint plants are no longer available, so I have reverted to execution with a swatter.

Wolf's Bane 08.10.2018

I noticed the wolf’s bane in my neighbour’s garden is now flowering: also one of the last before nature’s flowers close for the summer. She has had it many years and it returns annually. It is a plant to look at, but not to touch. It is very poisonous and I am glad my cat Tabby avoids it.

Tabby A 08.10 (1)

Tabby has a new hobby at the moment. When I had my new garden with the raised beds, she was suspicious at the beginning. She has now discovered that raised beds are the ideal lookout post for a feline and she has now taken them over. Either she sits on the top defying everyone to approach or might even decide to have a sleep on it. I was worried about climbing up and down at the beginning, but cats are so clever. Jumping up is no problem and when she descends it is fascinating to watch. She stretches a paw onto the wall for support and makes a graceful landing at the bottom. Not bad for a 16 year old feline. I wish I could be so fit in my golden oldie years. I have problems descending from the bed in the morning.

And now to depart. It is shopping day today and my No. 1 son has a new work routine and works in the afternoon meaning I must shop, cook and feed him to make sure she arrives at work by 1.00 p.m. Mr. Swiss and I now have a different routine. We go to the supermarket together. I get the trolley do the shopping and he has a coffee in the restaurant. My logistic talents are a little more efficient than his and I do not need my walker as I have the trolley for support. We have discovered that two golden oldies dithering around together on a shopping trip can ge a little complicated.

Enjoy the day, the week is already half way through.