Amazing the bouquets you can organise.
Amazing the bouquets you can organise.
Looks like the Easter bunny is looking for some eggs.
How to park your bike when in town
I hope they do not fall when the shutters are closed.
Over the Wengibruck in Solothurn
This way just went down
And this used to be the street where I lived 20 years ago, again in Solothurn, Switzerland
I was sitting in the office and then I saw a hoop
It was sailing through the air, not doing loop the loop
It knew where it was going and so I threw one too
The loop arrived at its target, it knew just what to do
This happened many years ago, and I am glad it did not miss
50 years ago it was that I married Mr. Swiss
Egg? These eggs were not so suitable for the Easter. I think it happened when I dropped the box, and so it was scrambled eggs for tea, but I have another anecdote, which is the truth, the whole truth and nothing but.
Many years ago there was a knock on the door and two policemen were standing there. I remember it well, it was a Saturday afternoon and we were all at home.
“We have had a call from a car driver that someone threw eggs onto his car as he was waiting at the traffic lights under your balcony.”
Surprise, from our flat, how is that possible? I had a look in the fridge and discovered that two eggs, or was it three, were missing.
It was then I called my autistic son, who was then 7 years old who naturally admitted to nothing, meaning yes, it was him. I am not going into details about the autistic way of thinking, but their childhood can be very unpredictable with their actions and this was a clear case. He did not actually admit it, but silence also has its reasons. So an embarrassed mother explained to the policemen what happened and why and apologised profusely. Did I notice a smile on the faces of the police. Of course if the eggs had been thrown on a moving car, it could have resulted in a collision, but luckily autistic son discovered the aim was more exact when the cars were standing. Luckily there were no repercussions and we heard nothing more. There was no court case concerning egg throwing.
Do not ask me why, because that is not something that has an answer if the person concerned is an autist. This must have been at least 40 years ago and the son in question has developed to a 49 year old man who would no never throw eggs out of the window.
So if anyone every gives me the theme of eggs, I do not think of painting them for Easter, I have other memories.
RDP Saturday: Egg
We are having wonderful weather at the moment. Yesterday I went for a wheelie in my chair and even had thoughts about wearing shorter trousers the next time, not quite shorts but it was really warm. The photo is from yesterday afternoon of the Jura in our back yard. As I wheeled into town in my chair I began to hear thunder in the distance and was hoping it would not rain, but it was behind the first mountain range. Now and again it was still rumbling when I arrived in town, but not in the immediate area.
I wheeled onto our concert hall as I was determined to get a photo of the storks that had the audacity to build a nest on the chimney of our concert hall in town. This time I was in luck and one was perched on the top. Our town authorities are not very happy about removing the ton of nesting material in Autumn when they fly off on their holidays in warmer countries.
I had to wait a while for the stork to get in a better position, but was rewarded with this shot, using the zoom on the camera of course. It certainly seems he has transported half a forest to build the nest.
Our magnolia trees in the museum park are now in full bloom, nicely in time for the Easter. I stay at home for Easter. I do not invite and I do not want to be invited. One little advantage of this Easter is that I no longer have to go places and do things like shopping. the cupboard and fridge are full and I can relax and enjoy the peace and quiet.
The idea here seems to be to go away for a few days. Most people flock to the Southern part of Switzerland on the Italian borders, like Lugano or Locarno, and naturally it is also the gateway to Italy. Since Good Friday we have had reports of a 14 kilometre jam on the motorways to the South and a 2-3 our waiting time before the traffic actually moved. Travelling South in Switzerland has never been fun, we did it a couple of times for the summer holidays. Once you arrive in the Tessin (Italian part of Switzerland), it is crowded and to be quite honest, it is a nice part of Switzerland, but you cannot enjoy it when everyone is there. I preferred to go in the off season to enjoy the trip.
Today I have everything I need at home: a garden in a quiet village and places to visit just around the corner. I do not get traffic jams with my wheelchair and if I go shopping the only stops I make are for the traffic lights. I can relax, sleep in my own bed and eat my food when it is cooked by me. I do not have to wait in a restaurant until I am served and hope that the food is good.
I also did a quick visit through the open gate to the mayor’s office on my way to town. it is just outside the city walls. Actually I got married there. It was then the official registry office, but later they moved it to another house on the banks of the river. Our mayor has had the job for many years and he is OK: he even goes to work on his bike, no show with him.
I also wheeled into town and am always amused to see the crowds outside our Gelateria, an ice cream bar, waiting to get their cornets or whatever. I do not eat ice cream, or am careful with it because of a lactose problem, but their ice creams must be perfect. There is always a queue outside and the streets are full of people eating their cornets in Summer. It is in a good place next to the Panini bar where you can buy sandwiches with many different fillings. I noticed in town that fast food has taken over. There are people sitting on benches with cola, a sandwich and perhaps eve a small container with a salad.
It was a wonderful afternoon and I was surprised how the town was crowded with people enjoying the good weather in the outside restaurants. Good Friday used to be the day when everything was closed, but no longer. Of course the stores were not open, but the restaurants and we have enough.
Eventually I decided it was time to wheel on home in my chair. I was glad to have again been able to have the time to go somewhere. I hope your holidays are going well and that the weather is playing with you. Today it will be the usual Saturday routine and who knows, perhaps I will be on my way again. I have not visited the local cemetery and stables for some time. Enjoy the flower bed I saw yesterday before entering town through the gate.
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