And it is already Autumn: not quite but that was when I took the photo.
And it is already Autumn: not quite but that was when I took the photo.
Most of us have one, a handy, mobile, cell phone: call it what you want. And so conversations between me and Mr. Swiss are quite limited.
“I am glad you are back, I had a problem.”
“I cannot find my handy. Can you call me?
“I am calling you, but hear nothing.”
“I switched it on mute, it only vibrates at the moment.”
“Then how am I supposed to help you find it.”
The problems of modern life.
Or there is the stick problem. Both Mr. Swiss an I have a walking stick for support. I also have a walker with an attachment to hold my stick which means I very rarely lose my stick, but Mr. Swiss…… He is on an eternal search for his stick. It can be anywhere: in the bathroom, bedroom, kitchen, living room. Perhaps I could fit it up with a remote that would peep when searching, but even that could get lost.
Busy seems to be my new occupation. I used to work, a job, I got paid for. One day I was retired and no longer had to work. I soon discovered that this was a false idea. The family still had to be fed and so the daily work continued, perhaps with a difference. I was not getting paid for it, it was a duty of love.
And so this has been life for the past 10 years. We are getting older, no longer as fit as we were.
And the holidays, the part of life that the working population enjoy: an escape from the daily organisation of work and private life. It is all humbug. Unless you are wealthy, have servants to share the daily chores, you have to do it yourself.
This week is the Easter week, all based on the scriptures of course, but that does not make it easier. I wrote a plan, a master work of logistic, with the daily itinerary of shopping and it worked. Admitted when I arrived home from the shopping orgy I was worn out, but it works. Today is Wednesday and I have all the shopping until next Tuesday lunchtime. Tomorrow is what we call “green Thursday” the day before Good Friday, although I have not yet discovered what is good about it.
This green Thursday is the worst day of all. It is the last chance to make sure you will not starve until next week because the shops are closed. You can, of course, go shopping on Saturday, but that borders on buying suicide: the shops are full of people, the parking spaces all occupied and the shelves empty themselves and you are left with the goods that no-one wanted, the remainders.
And so I have survived without the Saturday participation of this event. We will be living from meat that keeps fresh, something smoked like ham. There will be a reserve of frozen bread and vegetables will either be in a can or something that lives fresh for a week.
It is all a matter of planning and logistics.
No super sunrise this morning. I was up a little later and it rained during the night leaving my front garden a little damp, but freshened up. It needed a little moisture I am sure. Wednesday I have no special chores to deal with: clean windows, clean shower and bathroom were all dealt with yesterday. My car even has nice new shiny summer tyres since my excursion to the garage yesterday. All I have to do now is clean myself, but after my breakfast and morning blog.
I do not really have a lot to report at the moment. Life goes on with the Spring awakening and my tulips are now beginning to lose their petals. Life passes on too quckly sometimes.
There was an announcement in the Swiss local news that we are now the proud possessor in 54 towns and villages with the new and wonderful modern, fast, 5g network. I mentioned this to Mr. Swiss and he found “big deal” but said he does not want it and there are many places where it has been banned. Yes we Swiss do not clap and nod our heads at every new development. We think it over, why repair it when it is not broken. Mr. Swiss says it is so a big step in the new direction and no-one really knows what the outcome will be. Nothing has changed at home so far. When my vacuum cleaner and mop ask me in the morning “what can we do today to improve your life style” I will probably pull out the plug on my computer. It is all a little eerie.
I even have an electric toothbrush that is now talking to me. It is a Philips model still under guarantee. After a year or so they tend to give up. I give it back to the store with the guarantee and as they cannot be repaired I usually get a new one: also a good idea. This time my toothbrush completely on its own, is making a noise now and again as if it wants to tell me something, like use me. It is really uncanny. I had it on the bedside table last night and every couple of hours it was calling with a buzzing tone. It is now on the table next to my computer. Perhaps it has been infected by a poltergeist.
I must say I have never had such a wonderful chive plant this year. The gardener planted it in my raised bed and it keeps growing and growing, even throughout the Winter. I like to snip it with the scissors into my salad sauces, or as a garniture to a dish of food.
Today I am off shopping again for this wonderful holiday, full of stress, called Easter. I still have some bits and pieces (many) to buy and now it seems that there are only one or two bottles of cola and mineral water (the fizzy kind) left, so that is now on the list. I love dragging heavey 6 packs (the largest size bottles) home from shopping. Today I will get as much as possible and tomorrow there will just be the rest. I can then stay at home until nest Tuesday when I will have to put in an extra shopping tour in the afternoon to fill up again.
Our amalanchier tree is now flowering on the meadow opposite. This tree has so many different names I decided to stick to the latin version. Some call it shadbush, or serviceberry and I only knew the German name of Felsenbirne. It is quite a good tree to block the sight from the block opposite and keep a bit of a private area.
And now to go on to other fields, like the shower and the apartment. Make the most of the day and I hope your shopping expeditions for our wonderful stress holiday called Easter are successful. We might fall asleep in the chair afterwards whilst eating our Easter eggs but we have a good feeling that we now have it behind us for another year.
Je gratte, donc je suis
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