Again no idea, but really very pretty and delicate.
Again no idea, but really very pretty and delicate.
I think she was only yawning, but you can never be too sure with Tabby
Why do dogs always have to have a tongue hanging out?
I think swans call it synchronised swimming
What was the best Halloween costume you’ve ever worn? Was it for a party, work event, or other occasion?
Why celebrate halloween with costumes when you can have the real thing.
After a supper of tomato soup with a glass of red wine or raspberry syrup I am ready to go. It does not really matter what you drink, as long as it is red, and there is not always a victim to oblige. Most of the family are already infected.
Of course I prefer a full moon, preferably with a tinge of red to suit the mood. I wear my favourite black cape and hope that my servant, Drac, has picked it up from the cleaners. It is difficult to remove the bloodstains on your own. Sylvester my local cleaner, does it very well. I would check to see if I am looking good in the mirror, but unfortunately I do not have a reflection.
Of course I clean my teeth and file them before going to make sure they reflect in the moonlight to make a clean bite and then I am off. I usually take the route through the graveyard to see if there are any colleagues also embarking on their best night of the year. We then fly together and hope that we are invited for a nice fresh drink of the juicy stuff. If not, there is no problem. Our colleague Vlad is in charge of the local blood bank and always ready to let us have some free samples.
I leave my costume to your imagination, perhaps you might see me fly past.
I do not really think that these two goats at the local farm were fighting, I think they were only trying out their horns to see if it would work.
I now consider my opponents the stiff joints and aches and pains that arrive with the golde oldie years. I have my MS under control. I do not fight it, but adapt and up to now it has worked.
Otherwise opponents always existed in TV soaps or films. Remembering in the olden days when we only had black and white pictures, we had cowboy films. There was Hoppalong Cassidy, the Cisco Kid, The Lone Ranger (I think that was the guy with the mask). OK youngsters I am sure you have never heard of them, but your mums and dads grew up with them. They were the heroes of the day. Of course they had their villains, those that were thieves, cheats and robbers. You could also tell who the most powerful ringleader was for a simple reason. The always wore “store clothes”. I remember the phrase once being used as the description of the bad guy. It was then I realised that store clothes meant a dark jacket and dark trousers and a necktie, also black. As a contrast they wore a white shirt. All the good guys had their jeans, chequered shirts and a scarf around their neck.
So beware, if you see someone in store clothes, they are the bad guys, the opponents. Come to think of it most politicians walk around like that. I wonder why.
What is a friend? It is a feeling that you get after meeting someone and you find them on your wave length. Some stay, some go and perhaps you have that one particular friend that is always there for you. I have that friend, even though we are miles apart.
So that is the serious stuff, but there are others.
In the day and age of computer contact, you might have hundreds of friends in Facebook or other social sites. They might be gaming friends, or just friends of friends but you have never met them, and who knows? If you did they might get on your nerves.
I have memories from one particular guy. Today you get all sorts of strange telephone calls. Some want you to buy something, or they try to sell you an insurance that you do not want, the so-called spam, so we just put down the telephone, or perhaps tell them to get lost.
Then there is the guy that somehow has your telephone number and lives in Nigeria. Yes it happened to me.
“Hello, I want to be your friend.” were his words on the telephone. And to follow up “I am calling from Nigeria.”
Now how can a guy just call me and pay for a long distance from Nigeria? And why me?
My answer was
“Yes, but I do not want to be your friend” and so I hung up the telephone.
Are we that far in this modern day and age that we just tell someone you do not know, have never seen, and probably do not even speak the same language at home, that we call them to say we want to be your friend.
This was not an isolated case, because for a while, now and again strange men called me from Nigeria wanting to be my friend. I came to the conclusion that Nigerians must be lonely people. My natural reaction was to immediately hang up the phone and the calls stopped. Was I being selfish, unfriendly? Were these guys alone in the world and all they wanted was a sympathetic voice to talk to. Or did they want more? I never gave them the chance to find out.
Friends are not in a mail order catalogue.
This morning I did not want to leave my bed. It was so warm and comfortable and I just slept on. I know, as a golden oldie what difference does it make? I have no shopping to do today and not even a heavy routine at home, but I still like to get a start in the morning. And so I just ignored the alarm and stayed where I was. Eventually I gave myself a push and reached the kitchen for my breakfast and computer.
And yes, Mr. Swiss was also still hugging the bed. We even had an early night yesterday. These early nights are OK, but you get used to sleeping and it is even harder in the morning.
The only place I visited yesterday was the supermarket. They now have quite a nice display of Autumn themed plants outside: mums and heathers etc. although the plant season is now gradually finishing. If you look at the photo you can see on the right the side of a new white tent. Yesterday the men were busy on constructing it and what is it for? Why Christmas of course. In a few days it will be November and then December and you cannot be too late for displaying the Christmas ornaments. As I do not really do Christmas it is probably one shopping event I will be missing out on.
First of all we have all souls day and halloween, although halloween is not a Swiss thing. They tried it a few years ago but had to sell of the ornaments at half price afterwards because no-one bought them. Actually I would not mind couple of toy coffins and skeletons in my garden, would brighten it up a bit.
At the moment they are refurbishing the restaurant in the supermarket, so have erected a sales wagon outside for snacks, food and drinks. It is just for a few days and I must say the wagon looks good, almost Amrican style, although in Germany you often find them selling their different hot sausage sorts all over the towns.
Here is one of our lesser nice views from the supermarket over some industrial buildings, but in the distance you can see a few peaks of the alps. We had some stormy clouds yesterday morning, but still no rain and today I read that the week-end will be the big temperature drop and we will have snow at 700 meters. Our area is about 600, so who knows. The Jura will definitely have a white coat.
I am glad that today is still in the good weather zone as this afternoon are fruit days on one of the squares in town and I am planning to have a look with the camera. One of the rare sightseeing pleasures of a golden oldie.
And now to move on to make up for my sleepy time this morning.
I noticed Mr. Swiss has already added a few items to a shopping list so he is planning to go places and see things, at least as far as the supermarket. I am glad as I have some roast beef for the evening coldcuts and my tube of tartar sauce is empty. He can buy me one when he goes, he has also run out of his chocolate covered oat bars that he likes for breakfast. I had to make him two slices of bread and jam this morning to compensate.
Enjoy the day, I must get going, but leave you with one of those Autumn arrangements they sell in the store.
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