RDP Monday: Segue

Afternoon Sun

I remember waiting for the year 1984 to happen and it did. I was then 38 years old and George Orwell’s book was published in 1949 so how could he know. Big Brother was an idea, but he is here, in the shape of computers and watching us all.

In the meanwhile I have moved onto 2018 and time has literally flown past. 1984 was long ago, but I remember as a youngster thinking of the year 2000. I would count the years and I realised that I would then be 54 years old, that was then old. And so the year 2000 came and went and I am still here in 2018, aged 72. In the meanwhile many I knew have moved on. My mum already in the 20th century and dad in 2016, yes he become a centenarian.

Tomorrow will be 2019 and so time goes on. What does the future hold for me, for mankind? All I know is that there are too many familiar names I see as I take a walk through the local cemetery.

Solothurn Cemetery 07.10 (2)
RDP Monday: Segue

Good Morning


This morning we got a sunrise, the first time for a couple of weeks, although whether the clouds continue to lift we don’t know. Today is New Year’s Eve, so perhaps it might happen. I remember in the good old days when I was a working woman. This is was the time when it began to snow. No snow throughout the Christmas stress and then it would arrive with a revenge at the New Year, just when we were ready to begin working life again.

It seems since I am a member of the golden oldies, this does not happen and there is no sign of snow up to now, although in the higher reaches they have enough, but need it for their Winter sports season. I am not sorry about this.

So what are we dong for the New Year? Actually nothing special. There is no big meal planned in the evening and we will not be going to a New Year party: no-one invited us and if they had we would probably have politely declined. We used to stay up in the evening until midnight in the  past and serve a glass of champagne at the midnight hour. We would toast the New Year in with a hug and kiss. Since the golden oldie age has arrived we are lucky not to fall asleep before midnight and most probably will be hugging our beds already tonight. And the only cold refreshing drinks we have is pepsi cola or a bottle of mineral water. Times change as the new years pass bye.

I made a shopping list yesterday and noticed that we do not really have a lot to deal with. The shops are open again on Wednesday, so it looks like it will be a normal week again after the holidays. I am just hoping that there is not a siege in the supermarket today and I do not have to fight for a parking space. It seems when everything else is occupied there are always a few available spaces on the handicapped places. Someone told me in England they had posters saying if you take my parking space, then take my illness as well, or something in that way.

And now to move on. I still have some comments to acknowledge on my page, but will come back later as I have to go. I also had an update on my phone this morning from Apple or whoever. I was going for a wheelie yesterday, but I was too tired. Looks like my chair will have to wait until tomorrow for a journey into the unknown.

And now I must move on, things to do and places to buy food. Wishing all a happy bloggy  New Year and may it be a good one. And now all the church bells are ringing here.

New Year Clover

FOWC with Fandango: Pursuit

Evening Sky 06.12 (21)

We are always pursuing, but never arrive at the target. Here I was pursuing the sun but in the wrong direction. Today is Sunday so I only had the completion of a meal to pursue, but tomorrow the daily chase begins again. At the end of the day I reflect and discover although I achieved what I wanted to, the pursuance is never ending, infinitesimal until …. we all arrive at the same place eventually. It is not the supermarket and not as trivial as the game says.

FOWC with Fandango: Pursuit

RDP Sunday: Dirt

Vacuum Cleaner

This is part of one of my Dyson dirt sucking machines, know as vacuum cleaner.  Dirt is everywhere we know. Even our food grows in dirt, but that is different dirt, the home of insects and substances that encourage food plants to grow. Now we are talking about the dirt at home, the eternal battle to keep it clean in case you have unexpected visitors, or just for the sack of hygiene.

My vacuum cleaner helps with this battle against the dirt, but where does the dirt go. At the bottom of this photo, on this model,  you see a horizontal plastic container where the dirt collects until there is so much dirt that it has to be emptied. This is where Mr. Swiss comes into the picture It is his job to empty the vacuum cleaner,  far too technical for me.

This morning he opened the dirt collecting part and said a few profanities due to the cloud of dust that decided to invade his breathing apparatus. Of course he gave me a detailed analysis of what it contained and what I should no longer suck into the entrails of the machine. I was not really listening and it was a repeat performance from the last time and the time before etc., but eventually the bowels of the machine were emptied and so tomorrow I can again begin to fill it again.

This again was the proof that dirt is everywhere and we women are fighting an eternal battle to conquer it. Note I mentioned earlier one of my Dyson machines. You can never have too many vacuum cleaners, and I have a larger more powerful version for the larger spaces. This was also emptied this morning so now we can all relax and breathe deeply again.

RDP Sunday: Dirt