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

Good Morning


Nothing new to report. The usual crow is taking a walk to see if there is anything to scrounge and has not yet seen my bread remainders from yesterday.  The sparrows have settled in the trees and are ready to pounce after the crow has had his share.

Yesterday was a typical Saturday and I had to go to the store in the afternoon. Since the store now stays open until 6.00 p.m. instead of 4.00 p.m. on Saturday, it seems that many have now shifted their week-end shopping to Saturday afternoon. I do my main shopping on Friday but there are always a few bits and pieces left for Saturday. Sometimes I do not mind a shopping trip, but yesterday I was not in the mood. As soon as I got home again, I was back in the kitchen cooking. It is a sort of custom we have to have a cooked Saturday evening meal, so it was chilli con carne yesterday.

No. 1 son did his usual Saturday evening visit to town and someone left the key in our door inside after locking it. I was not very happy when he rang the bell to be let in, as it was blocked for his key, in the early hours of the morning.

Today I have some boiled beef for lunch with various vegetables. As it takes a while to cook, it is already in the pot and by lunch time it will be ready. A nice and easy meal and no work once it is started.

It seemed to have rained during the night, but is now clear, so I just might go somewhere this afternoon, if I do not hug the bed too long after lunch. And that is all I have to say. I have noticed that Winter gives less action to tell than Summer. Next week is New Year and the store closes at 4 p.m. in the afternoon on Monday, so it looks like another stress shopping day. I will be glad when these holidays are completely finished and life gets back to normal.

And having nothing left to say, I am now off to deal with my daily boring life. Have a good Sunday everyone.

Baseltor 25.12.2018