I did not really go anywhere yesterday. It was a permanently dull day and the clouds remained in the lowlands so here is our town of Solothurn two days ago with some hanging clouds over the Jura.
I had a little shock this morning when I glanced through the headlines of our daily newspaper online. There was a fire during the night in a house in a street where we lived 50 years ago. When Mr. Swiss and I got together he already had a small apparment when I move in. It was naturally the first steps to a 50 year partnership and when a larger appartment was empty in the house we took it over and then his two children from his first marriage arrived. I don’t know whether the fire broke out in this block, but I read in the newspaper report that six people died, amongst them children. It was certainly a shock to read it and very tragic.
Yesterday was a voting day in our Kanton of Solothurn, although we sent our votes off a couple of weeks ago by post. Mr. Swiss always studies the details when casting the vote. I usually agree to his decisions although now and again even Mrs. Angloswiss has her own opinion. This time I was strongly taking party on a national vote for our cows involving the complete country. We had the Cow Horn initiative, brought by a farmer somewhere out in te farmlands of another Kanton. Perhaps he looked a little strange with his farm cap and beard but he had cows and decided it was time that our cows should be allowed to keep their horns and not have them already removed by the vet when they are babies. Yes, the stubs are burnt away before they begin to grow.
I told Mr. Swiss to vote yes to this initiative: even my No. 2 son who lives in another Kanton, although he found we do have other important stuff to decide upon like climate change for example. Anyhow yesterday the Swiss people cast their votes and the initiative failed and so our calves continue to be hornless unfortunat4ely. I know no other country, perhaps I am wrong, that deprive their cows of the horns when they are born. I see hornless cows in our surrounding meadows with one exception.
This local farmer in our village allows his cows to keep their horns. Those again the idea found that cows with horns are dangerous to each other and the barns must be buit bigger and the cows tied up in the barn to prevent accidents, but what do the cows think? And cows with horns are much better looking. I am sure that the result was all in the name of saving money and I am a little disappointed.
And so life goes on in the wilderness of Switzerland and our local garbage disposal plant is still belching smoke out of its chimneys where it is all being burnt, but it is clean smoke, pure Swiss.
Today is a day of shopping and the list is made. I also have a list of the contents of my kitchen cupboards, foodwise. I started this list about a month a ago. At first it was work, but now the details are registered, and I just to a little stock taking now and again. It might sond stupid, but since I did this it really is a help to know what I should buy. I discovered that I had stuff I never used and had to throw when the dates expired. Now I have everything under control. I really think no longer having a regular day job, something must be missing in my life. Even my fridge now has order and I have registered every tomato and egg, as well as cream and butter. I must have the bored golden oldie syndrome.
And now I will leave you to do your own thing for the day with a photo of the setting sun over our market town of Solothurn. Make the most of it, we have no sun at the moment. I think it has moved up to the mountains somewhere behind the clouds.
Enjoy the day and spare a thought for the hornless cows of Switzerland. Apparently the decision is not final and somewhere there will be another farmer having pity on his cows with the hornless heads. I am not usually very political, our politicians are mostly harmless and we vote so often that nothing could possibly happen, but the cows cannot vote and their heads remain hornless.
See you around, have a good day or night,.