And all in pink
And all in pink
A lonely sparrow
I was watching a TV programme a few days ago. Do you realise that our skies are full of junk. Every rocket, satellite and spyware that is sent into orbit around our world stays put, unless of course it might explode and break through the earth’s atmosphere which rarely happens luckily. Otherwise we would run the risk of being knocked unconscious by or being killed by a metal casing or strange object falling from the sky. A Swiss might be herding his cows and suddenly find a statellite, a sputnik, landing in the milk can.
Some time ago I fitted an app onto my iPad called SkyView on the recommendation of No. 2 son. Once you have this app you can hold your iPad towards the sky and you can see them all. I just took the above photo from what would be circulating outside my window towards East, although naturally not directly. A few hundreds of thousands or whatever space miles away in the sky.
The dots with a white round frame are objects, not stars or planets, but objects. As you get closer you find they are named as rocket parts. On the particular view I got we have Hubble, the NASA space telescope hovering around on the left and on the right our space station, although for what purpose a space station is I am not sure. The big round thing with the rings at the top is Saturn. If I had captured a little more I would have got Jupiter just out of the picture at the top. But our planets have been there from the beginning, so they have earned their place in orbit.
In other words, orbit has now become a word for a metal junk collection. It would probably cost too much to gather them all together and bring them back, and where would we put them all? Although it seems that intentions are there to design a garbage collecting space object to capture them all which will even return to Earth. Better to leave them up circulating over our heads, you never know what little green men with three eyes or other strange creations might have found our rocket remainders to be a comfortable home. It was an interesting programme and unbelievable what is circulating above our heads. Let us hope that they decide to stay where they are.
I am really loving my new car, although no longer so new as I have now had it since six months almost. This car thinks for me. So today I approached our village and the local railway barriers began to peep and descend. No problem, you have enough warning and there I was sitting at the front with a nice opportunity to take a few photos with my mobile phone camera whilst waiting.
And then the train began to approach. My wonderful new car, which seems to be possessed with a brain and thought process, realised that the train was approaching. Somehow it must have received a secret signal from a mysterious unknown ghost. When my car waits, I, of course have my foot on the break, but the motor cuts out. Somewhere it is still there in the shadows waiting to start, but you hear nothing. The train was drawing nearer and suddenly my motor sprang to life. It began to pulsate, to vibrate and told me I am ready to go. Of course I did not go, but was waiting for the barriers to lift and give me free journey. This car really thinks for me. It communicates, it tells me to get ready.
It had already surprised on my way home. It was steady traffic and I was driving within the speed limit with a nice safe distance to the car in front of me. We were all cruising along and the driver in front was probably falling asleep at the wheel. He did not have a robot driven car like I have and so he made a sudden breaking movement as he realised the traffic in front of him was slowing down. What did my little Skoda do? It noticed this idiot in front and peeped quite loudly. I automatically put my foot down on the brakes when it gets excited. Well done Skoda. I did a breaking movement, still had plenty of space, but Skoda was telling me stay away from the idiot in front. My car has a second name, “clever” and it is very clever. Oh to be back behind the steering wheel again.
You never feel lost with a such a clever car.
I am here, although a little later. My cleaning lady is busy caring for my shower, bathroom and kitchen, but will soon be finished. I am so glad to have her. When she leaves I have a perfect apartment. In the meanwhile I cleaned the windows on one side of the flat, although they were not really dirty, just a freshen-up. We had a lot of rain this week, but now and agains some sun and it did not affect the windows so much. At the moment no rain, but looking very grey. Actually Switzerland is having a rain problem at the moment, because there is too much of it and the rivers in certain parts, mainly the mountain areas and in the South in the Ticino (Italian part), are threatening to burst their banks. We live higher in our estate, so no problem, the Aare flows below.
I have not been out very much, due to the weather. Yesterday it was the visit of No. 2 son and family. Actually it was a sort of last minute thing as at first they were coming in the afternoon, but decided to arrive in the morning. I had not really catered for the feeding of the five thousand, just the three of us, but we women are very versatile. With a few more sausages and raiding the cupboard I managed to feed everyone. I had made a Swiss apricot tart before they arrived which went down well with everyone. Apricots grow in Switzerland, but it is just a little early at the moment for the Swiss varieties, but they were very good with just the right sweet touch.
I have a bit of a different routine this week, due to the Whit Monday holiday, but again everything under control. Dinner is cooking for today and this afternoon I will make a quick tour de shops for a few things for tomorrow lunch. I discovered I have quite a reserve of food which is good. Last Thursday I did go a little over the top with the shopping expense, but it carried me through to today. Thursday is usually spaghetti and I really need just a fresh salad to go with it as I decided on Spaghetti alla tonno (with tuna fish which I already have – the tinned variety). I also have a stock of cervelat (Swiss sausage to be eat cold or fried) and I will fry them tomorrow together with a Swiss Berner Rösti (Sliced potatoes fried with diced bacon) – see photo of one of my earlier creations.
Yes life is getting back to normal. The next holiday will be corpus christi, but that is a Thursday, and on Thursdays I never have anything planned, except perhaps for a wheelie in my chair, weather permitting.
And now the kitchen is calling. I have some pasta to cook and fennel, The meat is on its way. Yes the life of a housewife is full of movement, but it keeps me young. Mr. Swiss prepared the fennel for me, together we are strong
Have a good day, may the weather be with you.
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