Neighbours had them flowering practically all through the summer.
Neighbours had them flowering practically all through the summer.
These are new arrivals at the local farm, known as Silkies. They are chickens with a difference, and apparently their hobby is brooding.
A pair of barriers descending when the train approaches
And a pair of men working on a scaffolding and pleased to see my camera taking a photo.
Had no idea what a stymie is so I assume that it is something Anglo-American. However, after looking it up in the dictionary, I am in the picture.
And so one day I decided to take a wheelie along the river which is just along the path to where I live. I should have been warned as I wheeled on and heard the cracks of gunfire in the distance. No, we Swiss are peaceful people, do not have shootouts with the neighbours and there is even a special season for hunting, but in our area there is nothing to hunt except for a few hedgehogs and deer are protected if you happen to find one.
Evetually I reached the part on the path that had been closed with a sign “Stop. Danger – shooting. Access forbidden.” Yes our soldiers were having their annual practice. Switzerland – soldiers? Of course. we are peaceful, but perhaps the others not so much, so we have a part-time army. Every able bodied Swiss is a soldier. And if he is not so able bodied, then he is a civil service recruit, helping in senior homes etc. They are called up for 3 weeks a year, given a uniform and a rifle and shown how to do it. My No. 2 son did his service for 3 weeks annually for many years until it had been completed. He was in with the heavy artillary – tanks etc.
You cannot give a gun to a soldier without having practice, so once a year they have their little practice sessions and on this day they had occupied our local river path to do their duty.
I then saw the shed with the sign hanging outside to emphasise that there was action. Red and white are the colours of our Kanton.
I had no choice but to wheel back home in my chair and let the soldiers do their duty. Slowly the noise of the gunshots faded into the distance.
Was it a knock at the door? Someone entering my home?
No, it was just a movement, a crack from a body bone
Perhaps the arm, I broke so long ago
The leg, a moving knee, or a sign from a toe
My joints are talking to me, I am their friend
Telling me to take it easy and have no loose end
If I move my wrist there could be a pop
Just do not stretch it, it might begin to flop
I was taking a walk, it was shake, rattle and roll
When you grow older, there is no control
The crepitus is the cause of the noise
It clanks and clicks, I am losing my poise
And so I lay down to rest my weary head
My brain is clicking, but I am not yet dead
As long as there is movement and pain I can ward
I clickety click on the computer, upon the keyboard
I could say I am late this morning, but as I have nowhere that I have to go or be, being a golden oldie, I just stopped hugging the bed half an hour later. I noticed there was action in the estate and the company that clear the drains in our area were at work. They seem to do the job once a month with their pumps. It is also raining today, and quite windy, so not a very pleasant day to go places.
However I battled my way through wind and rain with the remaining bread from yesterday for the big birds and they did not waste any time gathering the offerings. Each crow with a beak full of bread made off afterwards to have their breakfast in their secret places.
And now I am also off. I was thinking of cleaning a few windows today, but decided it is too cold and wet, although a woman’s work is never done and I am sure I will find something else to occupy myself with. Yesterday I took my new car for a drive to the shops. It is so nice to have a normal day of shopping with no Christmas buys to do and everyone just enjoying the shopping experience. I could park my car with a choice of places, no-one hogging the specially reserved places for the handicapped as they did in the Christmas days. I can no longer call them “holidays” as holidays are days when you can have a bit of fun. Christmas is no longer fun, but a misery and I am glad it is gone. The next holiday will be Easter, another one to avoid.
I noticed yesterday that my new car talks to me. I parked in the garage and it reminded me first of all that I was a little too near the wall, so it peeped. I am used to that. It peeps everywhere if you happen to have an obstacle, but no problem. It is when the peep begins to howl at you that it is time to switch off. Then it began to do its act again, reminding me to put the gear into P. Eventually it was happy and settled down. I am really getting to love this car, it does all the thinking for me. I never thought as a golden oldie that I would one day enjoy driving. Is it because I am no longer just a passenger sitting next to the driver, because I have no passengers and I am the driver. My cousin in England told me that his mother-in-law still drives at the age of 94, so who knows.
So now to move on. As you can see there is not much action in the wilds of Switzerland at the moment and I have an appointment with a vacuum cleaner and mop, as well as a meal to cook. Look after yourselves, and make the most of the day, even if there are a few negatives to cope with.
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