FOWC with Fandango: Theory


I did not need a theory lesson to take a photo with my mobile phone, I just shot the photo half an hour ago. Clouds do not wait for theory and being honest, I was never a theory person. I learned how to play the piano and someone had to show me how to read the notes. Afterwards I had a teacher that decided to go into the basic theory of music with tetrachords etc. That was when I decided no thank you. I just wanted to play the piano

I am a “learning by doing” person. If I do it then I know how it works for the next time. Computer programmes are one big repetition. You are repeating constantly so you should get the idea eventually. It was the same at school. A new mathematical theory? The more you applied it, the easier it was. Of course after I left school my life was reality and not theory, so I just did it. What did I have to lose? I am still trying to understand the Swiss income tax form. Mr. Swiss gave me lessons and he showed me how well he can do it, so I admired his grip on the theory. Unfortunately I was not doing it myself, just admiring, so I never really got the hang of it. You can only really learn to drive a car if you drive it yourself and no-one could drive my wheelchair with me. It was all I, me and myself.

I decided I wanted a Macbook as well as the normal windows computer so I bought one and did it all on my own. There is no-one at home that can work on a Mac. Cooking is also a self instruction. You might have a cookery book, but your own style gives it that individual touch. Learn a foreign language. The teachers point you in the right direction, but talking the language is the main advantage.

Yes, I am a self made person. Who needs theory. I invent my own theory.

FOWC with Fandango: Theory

RDP Saturday: Air

Solothurn 30.06 (17)

In a field on the outskirts of our town, where the sunflowers grow in Summer, there is an air measuring station. One day it appeared with strange antennas and poles and it is there to test the quality of the air in our area of Solthurn. The photo is mine, because it seems to be the only one available. I found none in Internet and I avoid Internet photos when I can. The Swiss love doing things like that, this is not on its own, but in various other Kantons.

I think back of my days of growing up in London, and I mean London industry where you were surrouned by the smell of wet concrete, food factories and the River Thames. This was in the fifties mainly. In the sixties they discovered clean air, although the cars were still crowding the roads and the drivers would leave the motor running whilst they made a quick stop to pop into a store for something. They held the Olympic games in London a couple of years ago, in the area around Stratford. I remember going shopping to Stratford in the fifties. We caught the bus and before reaching Stratford we crossed a bridge. The Yardleys perfume factory was just after the bridge and you knew you were there as everything smelt of lavender. Clean air was not a big topic at the time.

Now being married to a Swiss and living in Switzerland I have discovered that air is a major subject. Mr. Swiss is very keen on his fresh air. I just like to open the windows and let it blow through, but for a Swiss this is a draught, the cause of many physical ailments: a stiff neck, backache, etc. etc. In Summer it is a major topic because I like to let the air in. For the Swiss it is the time to close the blinds, keep the windows shut and maintain a cool temperature indoors. Ok, it can get quite hot sometimes, but you can always sit in the shade I thought, silly me. We had an air conditioner. A machine that ciculates the air in the appartment, using electricity of course. I still found that opening windows was more economical.

Air conditioner

And then came the day when this monster arrived in our home. Somehow he who will not be mentioned, decided we should have the perfect air conditioner. I no longer discuss such matters as I am a Brit and do not understand the intricacies of good air. To give it credit it was not really noisy, just big. It seems (and I think this was a surprise for he who bought it) that the revamped air had to find a place to escape (an open window). I will cut a complicated episode short in our lives and after two weeks of usage (perhaps once or twice) it was sold and we got a very good price for it. Since this episode I sit outside for my fresh air. It is the easiest and most peaceful solution. Back to the London days when we just opened the widow to let the fresh air in.

RDP Saturday: Air

Good Morning

Morning Sky

Such a wonderful morning, the sun is shining but there is a cold breeze blowing, so what could possibly go wrong? Son No. 1 is off for the day for a visit to Geneva  – a two hour train ride each way, and Mr. Swiss and I will be alone all day. The food is planned and I really intend(ded) to go for a wheelie this afternoon until I opened the fridge to make my breakfast and realised that I forgot to buy butter yesterday,  I really did not intend to do any shopping today as I wanted to go for a wheelie this afternoon in my chair with my new camera. I then had a quick appraisal of the situation.

How much butter do I need today? I still had a complete 250 gramme pack. Cooking for lunch, but otherwise none as we have a store pizza for the evening meal. Tomorrow on Sunday I have boiled beef and veg and then I really do not need butter.  It might be a problem for Sunday evening but I seem to be the only one that likes a spread of butter on bread, and usually Sunday evening is choice of the fridge, meaning for me some potato chips and a piece of cheese. The men have a cervelat (Swiss sausage) so I think we will survive.

In the good old days when Mr. Swiss still had a driving licence, he would go quickly to the store and bring it on Saturday morning. Now it all rests on my weary shoulders and I was absolutely not planning on wasting time today on a shopping trip. I think we will survive. I also managed to break a glass jar of jam this morning, but we have enough jam. And who knows. Perhaps the weather will change its mind and it will rain this afternoon, so a trip to the store will make no difference.

It was only yesterday when Mr. Swiss and I had a discussion about the state of the family nation. If I would have one of my unforeseen accidents which can happen, he would be alone at home and would not be able to go shopping as his walking days are over in the outside world. No. 1 son would do the necessary, but he works during the day. Of course there are oganisations that help, but it always a question of the money. Switzerland is not so socially minded in that respect.

Crows 22.02 (6)

At least the crows have a few beak fulls of bread for their daily food.

Snowdrops 22.02 (2)

I was busy in the front garden with my zoom lens yesterday and managed to capture my snow drops who are flowering their little hearts out at the moment. It must be at least 10 years since I planted them and they never disappoint to arrive again in January/February.

And now to move on. Due to nocturnal coughing sessions when I should be sleeping and a stuffed up nose, accompanied with a sticky feeling around the eyes, I was a little exhausted this morning and decided to hug the bed longer. I noticed there are certain foods I should avoid at the moment like nuts and biscuits or anything really in between as I tend to get a coughing fit which can last for quite a while and serenades the neighbourhood.

I hope your day began better than mine, so let’s all look on the bright side. The computer is working and I can tell you all about it.

Afternoon Clouds 22.02 (2)

This was the sky yesterday afternoon, bright with some clouds.