FOWC with Fandango: Paltry

Passports 31.03.2017

Once upon a time in another time and country, which was actually an island, people knew where they belonged. Actually it was four countries but they were together: had the same laws, the same money (although perhaps different designs) and they were all happy to be what they were. They also spoke the same language, although a little different.

One day they noticed the world was shrinking and you could go to other countries. This was a good thing, especially as everyone spoke your language, at least that was the general opinion. They did not eat the same food and had different money, but the weather was better, you could take photos and show everyone back home what a lovely suntan you had.

One day the country leader decided it would be perhaps a good idea to join the other countries, just a loose connection, but there would be advantages. People discovered that if this happed they could travel easier and even enjoy the benefits of other countries, mainly buying duty free wine and so the deed was done. Day trips were organised to the wine countries and there were supermarkets installed as the ships arrived in the harbour across the sea that divided them where they could buy their stocks of wine. This country was learning and now instead of the pint of beer with the meal you were being offered Beaujolais or Sauterne, although the white wine was most popular because you could drink it cold from the refrigerator.

As the years passed they even built a tunnel beneath the strip of sea which technically meant it was no longer an island. There were new ideas, new country leaders and things changed. The ministers on the island were no longer and it was decided that the laws should be for everyone. The island people said yes in a democratic vote, but many were not so happy because they were no longer what they were: they belonged to the masses that were over the strip of sea, although they now had a tunnel. Many were unhappy and the cheap tax free wine was also no longer as cheap and manifold as it was.

The island people were unhappy, they were losing their identity, after already losing their cheap wine and they were expected to eat foreign food and learn languages.  Did they really want to stay with the foreigners? They had a vote and decided no, although this was not foreseen. No-one said no to such a union of countries.

The “no” happened a few years ago and in between some said yes again, although others still said no which seemed to confuse the matter. They organised marches, protests, and they are still talking about it.

And me – no problem. My country never  belonged, although we are in the middle. We have our own money, our own laws and ur own passport and have no problem with food from spaghetti to sauerkraut and crepe suzette. And I am now too old to bother with such paltry problems.

FOWC with Fandango: Paltry

RDP Sunday: Closet

Cobwebs

I was ashamed to show this photo, I even marked it private in my Flikr album. No, it is not my closet because my closet belongs to me and no-one anywhere in the world wide web. I know what I have, am constantly sorting everything and a golden oldie no longer buys new clothes to match the fashion: trousers and a long top (preferably with short sleeves) to cover what has gone south. And the trousers have an elastic waistband, so what more is there to know.

But someone mentioned Spring cleaning which is not something that really exists for me. I am constantly cleaning something, so why postpone it to Spring. On the other hand the shadows of Spring showed a long thread hanging over some picture frames I have on the wall. I looked up and discovered that I had a new decoration on the ceiling: thin black threads. I then noticed that these threads had grown and the angle showing between the ceiling and the wall in the complete room was no longer an angle because it had been decorated by more of these web like designs.

I soon discovered there were laws governing the removal of these fine decorations. Do no use a duster because it will smear the webs transforming them to black lines – see photo. A feather duster is even worse, because it spreads the ghost train effect even more.

And so I selected my Dyson vacuum and removed the head. I was left with the tube and it sucked the threads into the inside of the machine. I would emphasise that no spiders were harmed or killed during the operation, because I did not see a spider. They had abandoned the decorations long ago. After the removal in the bedroom (yes the bedroom where I slept with these decorations hanging over my head every night), I moved to the spare room and horror, another haunted house scene. There were also two cat cushions on the top of the cupboard. Mr. Swiss managed to climb a ladder and I carefully sucked away enough cat fur to weave a carpet.  Afterwards I realised that our cat did not look at these cushions with his tail for at least two years and so they arrived in the garbage.

I moved on to the living room – not so bad, but it could have been better, especially in the corner above the TV cupboard – will this never end? The corridor came next. After an hour I was web free. Yes I did it. I can now show my photos to the world wide web with no problem – until I took a closer look at our bookcase which covers a complete wall. To be quite honest these are the things that Mr. Swiss would look after, but things have changed and he no longer can move like a teenager. Neither can I, but I have long arms and a nice long duster and we now have a dust free book case.

What I still do not understand is that I have never seen a spider.

RDP Sunday: Closet

Good Morning

Castle Waldegg 23.03.2019

Even the blue morning skies of Spring are now repeating themselves so here is a view of the local castle that I took yesterday afternoon. I decided to take a wheelie in my chair to the local farm to see if there was anything new.

Rooster 23.03 (2)

The first that I heard and saw was the rooster. He was singing his heart out and I could already hear him as I wheeled up the path. It looks like they have a new rooster. I suppose even roosters retire after a while, which is a good way of saying it. It was a lovely afternoon and there was even heat in the sun. After a Winter of cold days and snow it was wonderful and I had dreams of getting tanned again in my chair.

Platt Bread

And now a small interruption. My timer rang on my phone to remind me that the bread I was baking is finished. The store sells them in half finished condition and all you have to do is finish the baking in the oven for 10 minutes. It has become a bit of a tradition to have one for Sunday and it fills the kitchen with the smells of a baker’s shop.

Chickens 23.03 (2)

So back to the farm and where would a rooster be without his chickens although they were not impressed. As I was watching the rooster got annoyed with a chicken for some reason and a chase began. Even the roosters have problems with their womenfolk now and again. This white chicken looked quite stately with her tail feathers.

Ducks 23.03 (2)

There is also a small pond at the farm for the ducks who seem to be growing. This one put on a special wing exercise show for my camera, sort of an afternoon gymnastic session.

Solothurn cemetery 23.03 (4)

I wheeled my way home through the cemetery where this lady was sitting. She has been there for many years always in the same position.

Otherwise it was a quiet day with no stress except a little in the evening when I uploaded my photos, but I had nothing better to do. Mr. Swiss now hugs the bed already around 10.00 pm, although I like to keep my routine of 11.00 pm. He switches the TV off when he goes which is fine by me because to be quite honest, I have no longer an idea how TV’s work. I so rarely watch it and never switch it on or turn it off.  I have so many other pastimes. We watch mainly the German TV channels, sometimes the Austrian programmes and they tend to have the same actors and the themes are often repeated in the criminal films.

Today is another sunny day and I might take a wheelie in town this afternoon to see how the circus arrival is doing. They have lions and camels, but up to now no chance for a good photo as the sun put it all in the shade. The lions are in their cages  so no action photos.

Primrose 23.03.2019

I leave you with some wild flowers I saw growing in a meadow on my trip. I think they are primroses.

Have a great Sunday and take it easy, I know I will: the privilege of a golden oldie.