Daily Inkling: Getting an Upgrade

Ollie, Patrick and me

Who needs an upgrade, I do not. I got my upgrade when I got married, became a mother and now I am a grandmother. I was flesh and blood. I had feelings, sometimes I was sad, often I was happy, and if I had a cold or even today with my MS, it is part of life. I do not want to be a robot, I want to hug my children and husband, have feelings. I have all the human advantages and disadvantages that I need.

On the other hand if I could have a few new spare parts transferred into my body like joints that no longer creak when they move, I would not object. Perhaps I could leave my bed in the morning normally without thinking about it first. I already have some metal parts in my left arm and left leg and that is OK. I still look the same, I am not sure if Mr. Swiss would be happy hugging a plastic wife.

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Daily Inkling: Getting an Upgrade

FOWC with Fandango: Whiff

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There are certain smells that you have to get used to. I grew up London with the whiff of petrol and gas in the nose. When the underground trains entered the station their electricity turned the air into ozone, O3, and that had its own smell as well. The underground tunnels were full of it.

The move to Switzerland was enhanced with the smell of cheese fondue, but 20 years ago we bought our appartment in the Swiss countryside, a small village where the cows and goats and hedgehogs all say goodnight to each other, with their whiffs and moos. They were here first on the pastures with a population of almost as many humans.

There are certain days in the year, mostly Spring, when nature’s whiff takes over. The farmers are fertilising their fields. They have a secret mixture, a liquid that has fermented from the products of the cows, I think. I am not sure as I did not marry a Swiss farmer luckily. Otherwise I would have to wash his boots every day. It is then that the air is full of the whiff of this secret ingredient. The farmer fills the tank and anoints the fields with its scent. Of course the fields are in another place, but the smell penetrates and travels and the whole village knows that the fields are being prepared for the crops. It does not seem to bother the cows, they even like to take a muddy walk now and again in their pastures.

Eventually it is no longer just a whiff, but a fully sized stink. But let us be honest. It is one of the pleasures of living in the country. It belongs, just keep the windows closed on such days when the farmer is on his way and wind is blowing in your direction.

And the cows? They are loving it.

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FOWC with Fandango: Whiff

RDP Sunday: Object

Garbage Disposal Plant 17.10.2018

What does a golden oldie want to object to
There are many things that make me feel blue
Mother-in-law said they do what they want and not what they can
Who they are I don’t know, but they seem to have a plan
I like to take trips in the surroundings of my home
We have trees everywhere and places to roam
I climbed up a hill and what did I see
There was the garbage burning plant, I wanted to flee
The river running through it was really looking clean
I closed my eyes, heard birds singing, how could they be so mean
Of course it did not smell in this modern day and age
But two chimneys belching smoke just put me in a rage
On a clear day in the distance, the alps can be seen
But they are just a background, hiding behind a screen
I like to take my photos of a large and pleasant space
But there are too many obstructions, I object to this bad place

 RDP Sunday: Object

Good Morning


Basically it was a mysty morning, plenty of humidity in the air, although it did not rain. When I took a first look at the sky it was grey, but the planes had left their traces and somewhere the sun must have been shining to get a pink glow.

The big news of the day is that it is Mr. Swiss birthday, although we golden oldies do not make such a fuss these days. He is now 79 years old, still listens to jazz, drives the car and accompanies me on my shopping trips, although I seat him in restaurant for a coffee and do the rest myself. Sometimes he puts in a guest appearance, but he is no longer as good on his legs as he was. We all have our problems growing older, and his is a back problem. We now have a collection of walking sticks at home, his and mine.

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I took a walk yesterday afternoon, still making the most of the very late Autumn weather with the sunny days. Even the local cemetery has a touch of Autumn now. I just love the colours. I find Autumn one of the best seasons for variety, as if compensating for the barren and perhaps white days of Winter. Although I am still wearing my short sleeved t-shirt when going for a wheelie in my chair, I made a decision that for further trips at the moment I will wear a jacket. Especially wheeling over the river on the bridges it can get quite chilly if there is a wind blowing.

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I wheeled on into town and what did I see. This group of ladies from other villages and perhaps country women, or just dressed in our traditional clothes, were on a visit to town. As I speeded on I saw another group. Perhaps there was an event in town, or they might even be yodlers. They were leaving the tea room after a coffee break and I was wheeling past. I could not resist a photo. I suppose you could call it our Swiss traditional dress and the various styles are typical of certain areas.

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As I wheeled on further another group left another restaurant opposite our cathedral. There always seems to be something different happening on Saturday afternoons in the town. I wish I could go on Saturday mornings when we have the weekly fruit and veg market, but those days are now gone. Mr. Swiss and I used to go now and again and mix in the crowds.

Swiss Reform Church 20.10.2018

I entered the town by the “back door” making a round trip and passed our Swiss reform church. Less decoration than the catholic cathedral, but it also has its charm. My sons were christened there. No. 1 son on Christmas Day in a small chapel as that is actually an exception, but my parents were here from England. No. 2 son was christened in the church. It is quite plain inside: no big decorations.

Boat on River Aare 20.10.2018

I wheeled on home along the river bank as noticed that there were still a few boats on the water. A bit cold for a river boat ride at the moment.

Being Sunday morning I hugged the bed a little longer, although what difference does a Sunday make. However, I should now get into action with a little bit of tidying up and of course preparing a dinner. No special birthday luxury, it will be sliced veal in a mushroom and cream sauce accompanied by a Swiss Röschti (sliced fried potatoes), typically Swiss and one of our favourites.

Have a good Sunday everyone. Even our Swiss Jura mountains are embracing the mist at the moment, but the Autumn trees can be seen in the foreground.

Jura 20.10.2018