FOWC with Fandango:Cacophony

Fasnacht 02.03.2019

Switzerland: Cacophony? Such a little counry minding their own business and tending to the lawns and parks surrounding their banks. We all know that no noise is to be made in a bank. We even have only numbers for certain bank accounts, the name of the owners is not to be mentioned.

On the other hand we have carnival in late Winter. These are the days when music is made in the streets, all beginning on a certain Thursday in the early hours of the morning with something to blow or bang: the main idea being making noise. It goes further during the day when strangely masked humans take to the streets dressed in their costumes and now are actually playing music that could be recognised, the louder the better.

I suppose you could compare it to the American composer, Charles Ives, whose famous pieces of music, especially “The Unanswered Question”, might be called cacophony by some. That is a matter of taste, although I quite like it. It is said that he once directed music at the crossroads of a few streets, each band playing a different tune as they walked through the streets, meeting at the centre.

FOWC with Fandango: Cacophony

RDP Wednesday: Gratitude


Somehow this one seems familiar, but I suppose I always have something to be grateful about. Right now I have just got back from a shopping trip, so let’s be grateful for the food I bought. Mr. Swiss came with me, poor man. It was his own free choice, I am still not sure if I am grateful that he came or that he is grateful that he accompanied me. I have an app on my iPad/iPhone for the store and I can see all my cash desk receipts on it. It is quite interesting to see how much rebate I get on certain items, that I did not expect. But, just a moment. What is that one. Someone spent 3.30 Swiss francs for a coffee in the restaurant? Of course I told my Mr. Swiss to have a rest in the restaurant whilst I did the shopping. Now he is annoyed that the computer (iPad in this case) sees everything. I explained that I find it fun to see everything I buy and the rebates on the prices. He finds it a liberty from the store, but I suppose not everyone is grateful for the online view of  what you have bought. Anyhow we both survived.

He was not grateful  for the air conditioning  in my car as we drove home and began to fiddle with the knobs causing a draught on my side of the car.  I suppose old habits are hard to break. Otherwise I am grateful for my caramel cream and the Lindt chocolates I have at home.

Otherwise do not expect too much from my feelings of gratitude. Everything costs money.

And the wonderful place where I live with the greenery, trees and everything – even that is not free. We pay for the care through our local taxes.

RDP Wednesday: Gratitude

Good Morning


For want of something better, a photo of the morning blue sky with a tree and the Jura mountains in the background: my normal scenery. It is really something to treasure to live in such a wonderful area and to see it every morning. We even had a semi moon eclipse yesterday. As I was preparing to hang up my laundry from the machine, I saw or heard something about it. It was 11.00 in the evening and when I finished hanging the wash I opened the window and took a short walk in the garden to see this spectacular. It was a night with almost no clouds and the view was quite good. Out came the camera, but as it was all a quick spur of the moment thing, I do not think my photos came out so well, a bit of a burred result. However, I have not yet uploded them onto the computer, so who knows.


And look what I discovered this morning. My lovely gardener lady had planted a few groups of echinacea (coneflowers) in the garden and now they are making theirselves noticeable. I am certainly getting surprises this year.

Talking of surprises I discovered something quite interesting yesterday.  My walking abilities are naturally not 100% because of my MS and 18 months ago I even managed to break my left leg, which has healed quite well with the help of two parallel horizontal screws at the knee and and long metal rod in the thigh bone, but now I noticed something. I always have to drag my left leg a little to catch up with the right one, although no pain, and I have to lift it to put it in the car. However, it has now come to my attention that the left leg a good centimetre shorter is than the right one, meaning that when my foot is on the ground on the right side, the left leg is still thinking about it. Is my left leg shrinking, or the right leg growing? Perhaps I might have an entry in the Guiness Book of Records “the lady with the shrinking/growing leg”.

Yesterday we had a complete day at home, although also out on the porch. I was  busy sorting my onine banking entry problems with the bank and am proud to say not once did I have to call their helpline, but worked it out all by myself, even if it did take an hour. Sometimes I can understand my 100 year old dad that always said he did not want a bank account. Of course he had his trouser pockets full of money, change and notes, but we did organise a cash box for him.


My bellflowers are developing nicely on their border and the air is full of little explosions (not really) when a new bud opens.

This afternoon I will be on a shopping safari once again. My shopping list has not yet been made or my menus planned until Friday. On Saturday No. 1 son will be returning from his two week holiday in Italy and in the evening I will pick him up from the local station. It will then be the big washing and ironing session for a day after he unpacks his case, but he is very organised and gives me no great problems. I have missed him when doing my laundry as he carries it down to the laundry room in my basket and brings it back when it is finished and now I have had to do it myself. I have a very large bag (one of the hospital’s patients bags for their clothing) and have been doing it with that bag, resting it on my walker. It worked quite well actually. I am always glad when I can manage on my own and keep my independence.

And now to the daily work. I made the mistake of deciding on potato rösti with Vichy carrots for lunch meaning I will have a bit more cutting work to do with the machine. At the moment Mr. Swiss is busy with the hoover on the only carpet we have in the apartment as we otherwise have stone floors or wood. I am not a lover of carpets – too much dust.

Have a good summer’s day (or perhaps winter for those down under) and try to take it easy, which is not always possible I know. See you around later.