This is from the bush I had in my garden. It no longer exists, as it was running a little wild and taking everything over.
Daily Archives: 14/12/2018
Which Way Challenge: December 13, 2018
It doesn’t get more narrow in our town
A stream through the local cemetery
On the way to the doctors with my walker – reflection in the glass
Pull Up a Seat Challenge: Week 15
Bein the Christmas season, there are also some festive seats to be seen.
FOWC with Fandango: Electric
What a beautiful horse and she decided to take a photo, trying to avoid the sign showing that this is a real electric fence in the capture. She took a step for a better photo, and her feet were no longer attached to her legs. It was the last photo in the camera for the day. As she was falling she gripped the wire to stop her. A tingling sensation travelled through her arm, she immediately released her grip on the wire and fell. And the horse just stood there and wondered what the stupid humans would do next.
Based on an experience made by me a couple of years ago. Never grip a wire when falling, you never know.
RDP Friday: Overture
The soloist has entered the stage. Her instruments are an iron and an ironing board. She will be playing the duvet and pillow covers. There is silence, a pregnant expectancy surrounding the stage. The artist fills the iron with water and connects it to the electricity. There is resounding applause for these first actions. The first outbursts of steam appear, yes the ouverture has begun. She places the first movement on the ironing table, a duvet cover, raises her hands containing the baton iron and rolls into the accompaniment. There are puffs of steam escaping and rising to a crescendo. The first movement of the duvet is completed, the next movement, the pillow, follows and then there is a diminuendo whilst the iron is tuned with some water. And so the performance continues.
Eventually the overture is finished and the accessories are folded away and put into the cupboard. The performance will continue in two weeks when a new musical event appears. The old overture will be replaced by something different. Other colours and design. Watch this space, the ironing concert always has something new to offer.
And here is the maestro herself at an earlier rehearsal in Summer.
Good Morning
One of my shots on my last walk from the top of the hill where our local castle is. And now to continue. This morning is a boring sky, no clouds, but a promise of a little sun. It is still quite cold and my cat’s water in the bowl outside was again frozen this morning. My first job of the day has become to refill her water. She waits for me impatiently outside looking at me and the bowl – feline communication.
And now to continue. I spoke of the apple tree at the local stables, still full of apples, but that has a reason and here it is.
The geese, and the ducks, have plenty of winter food for the time being. I saw them discovering the apples fallen from the tree and eating them. It is a good idea. I saw at least 4 geese enjoying their apples.
And now to yesterday, although not such an exciting day. I had to venture into town to see my neurologist, and this had to be carefully planned. I had to take the car and my walker. I parked in our underground car park, 3rd floor down, the one at the bottom. That is the floor with the most empty places and it suits me. I do not have to search for an empty spot. I packed out my walker which I had in the boot of the car and just opposite there was another lady, about my age, with her walker. Of course a conversation arose about how we transport them. Her car was about as big as my Skoda Fabbia, but just a little wider and she could put hers at the front. My car does not have the width, but I manage OK in the boot.
And here I am on my way with my walker. The window front opposite was an idea opportunity for a photo. Just a walk along the road and through a small tunnel.
And then just around the corner and I was there.
The steps were not so easy to conquer with the walker, but when i entered and left there was always a friendly lady passing by that saw me dilemma and helped. I was so glad. My neurologist afterwards told me that with my parking permission for handicapped it meant that I could enter the town and park where I wanted, in front of his surgery even. This is naturally quite good, but I decided that parking in the park house and walking the few steps was also not so bad. One way or the other our town still has cobblestones. He decided that I was doing fine and suggested perhaps another visit to tunnel machine to measure how my nerves look with the MS. I told him is it really worth it? and he had a smile on his face when he decided, no really: another ordeal saved for me.
I passed by the bus stop on my way back to the car and noticed a lot of police standing around, although there was no bus there. A lady told me that the latest idea is when the bus arrives all the doors are locked. No-one can leave or enter except for the police and all the tickets are inspected. It seems we have too many fare dodgers on the busses. I found this method a bit of show time, but I suppose it works. I drove off home after leaving the parking house. I am really getting the hang of this car driving again.
Today it is week-end shopping. The list is made and I am now off to the shower to get my shopping done first of all.
I almost had a problem with my amaryllis this morning. It is now top heavy.
For the present I have deposited in the kitchen sink and tied it together with some string. When I come home after shopping I will have more time to think over what to do with it. Last year my amaryllis topped and broke and this year I will do what I can to prevent this happening again.
And now I am off, so hope your Friday is a good day.
Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss 