Red illuminations on an orchid
Red illuminations on an orchid
The fountains in one of the squares of our town are turning the water over again. During the Winter they are shut down due to possibilities of freezing, but now they are in action. There used to be a real fountain here with the usual ornaments, but our town “fathers” wanted something more modern. Now it is a matter of taste.
Otherwise I helped the turnover in our local supermarket this afternoon dealing with the Easter buying orgy, to make sure we will not be hungry. Throughout my working life I heard the tale of Turnover every day. We were only working to achieve the turnover. Every year we had to make more. If only only the wages had achieved the same turnover.
The owner had to go into the supermarket where dogs are not allowed. They were patiently waiting at the entrance, although one of them fell asleep.
We all play the waiting game. I love the telephone calls that you make for help and advice. “Our telephones are all occupied at the moment, please be patient” and in the background you hear the same monotonous music being played continuously. Hope arises when it all stops, only to hear the voice again telling you to be patient. This can continue for half an hour.
This guy is still waiting.
Everything ready for the week to begin: bread and honey, a cup of tea, a computer, so what could possibly go wrong? The weather is a bit dull, but even that can get better, I hope. It is now Easter week the worst week in the year together with the Christmas week.
Yesterday I did a mastermind of planning meals until next week on Tuesday morning. I go shopping on Monday, Wednesday and Friday afternoon, but this week we have no Friday afternoon because of this holiday called Easter and the shops are then closed. Monday is also closed. And so I have to make sure the family Angloswiss does not starve. It will be a long week-end of frozen food and that which can be kept in the fridge. I do not intend to commit shopping suicide on Saturday afternoon to buy until Tuesday lunchtime and so I really have a marathon to complete this week. I really hate these holidays, such a stress.
I have a triple list of shopping. Items that I can already organise because they will live for a week in the fridge or home, items for Wednesday which are limited in time but just a matter of a few days, and Thursday. I know Thursday is not my shopping day, but I have no choice. Friday is a no go, and so I must get together the remainder on Thursday afternoon. I dread the battle for a parking space. Generally no problem as I have a permit for spaces for the handicapped. It just seems on such holidays when all are shopping being anxious that they will starve from malnutrition on the holidays, that suddenly everyone is handicapped and take the places from those that need them.
So enough moaning about these stupid, ridiculous holidays. Just to add Monday is also closed and I do not intend shopping on Tuesday morning as I have other things to do, so that will also be an exception to shop on Tuesday afternoon after Easter,
So let’s have another photo to brighten up the misery of Easter. My apple tree is making proress and the buds are now beginning to open.
The tulips are still opening and closing and the hyacinth is still there in the middle.
I also discovered a small group of grape hyacinths at the edge of my garden. I am sure the gardener did not put them there, and neither did I. Was it a magic appearance? I did have some grape hyacinths in the my garden before the renovation and I can only imagine that the gardener shifted a clump of earth containing the corms to the edge of the garden, not realising that they were still sleeping in the earth.
And that is the beginning of what will be a miserable week. Tomorrow afternoon I also have to go to my garage to have my summer tyres put on the car: another interruption to my peaceful and calm routine.
In the meanwhile I have eaten my breakfast and will move on to a shower and clean up of the home. I so hope your week will not be filled with such misery as mine will. I seem to celebrate this Easter thing with shopping excursions and logistics. Chocolate easter eggs and easter bunnies? Forget it. I told the family if they really want them, then to organise it theirselves online or otherwise.
I do have some painted Easter eggs. I bought them in the store and they even included a mini pot of Aromat with them as a spice: Aromat the Swiss spice that no Swiss can do without on the food. No I do not colour the eggs myself. I did that when the kids were still kids, a terrible waste of time, but they had fun. I hated it. So enough of Easter grinch, I am just glad when the whole thing is over.
Make the most of the week on your battle through the trials and tribulations of Easter.
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