An albino bromelia
An albino bromelia
“It’s the shadows doctor, they haunt me day for day.”
“Is that why you are here? I think it is your first time. How did you find me?”
“I looked in the telephone book and put a pin in the list of psychiatrist names and you are the lucky winner Dr. Vladimir Grabstein and so here I am.”
“Ok, just relax and lay on the couch, close your eyes and tell me all about it.”
“Can I do it with my eyes open? Not that I don’t trust you, but you never know these days. They are lurking in the shadows to get me.”
“Take your time Mrs. ….. errr Morticia Schwarz? Sounds like you have East European ancestors, just like me.”
“Yes but it was many years ago.”
“On the form you filled out for my records I see you have been married three times. As your age only amounts to 35 years, it seems that your marriages did not last very long.”
“I had some bad luck doctor. My first husband Herbert choked to death. He ate something that did not agree with him.”
“What was it.?
“I don’t remember, but the jury found me not guilty of poisoning as they had no firm evidence.”
“And your second husband?”
“Gerald had an accident. He was cleaning the swimming pool and fell in.”
“He hit his head on the way?”
“No doctor not at all, he couldn’t swim.”
“Then I do not understand why you had a swimming pool.”
“That was my idea doctor. Swimming is one of my hobbies, keeps you fit. The police suspected he was pushed, but again there was no proof.”
“And husband No. 3?”
“Oh, Morris had a car accident. He drove into a tree because the brakes failed. The car is still in police custody for further examination as they think someone cut through the brake cable. Another reason that I have so many worries. He was quite rich and now I have to tie up the estate. His mother never liked me, she was sure I only married him for his money and is accusing me of killing him. No-one understands me, and now I am being followed by the shadows.”
“Tell me about the shadows, what colour are they and where do they appear?”
“The shadows are black, sometimes grey and often in fifty shades. Of course if I am in a black room the shadows are white. I tell you doc, they change all the time, reaching out with their murky fingers of darkness ready to grip me. Look, there is one there, be careful.”
“On the floor, don’t move, if you move it follows you. They have come to get you as well.”
“But it’s my shadow Mrs. Schwarz, just a harmless reflection of my body.”
“Stay away Doctor, do not touch me.”
“I will draw the curtains and look there are no more shadows.”
“Yes doctor, the curtains frighten them, scare them away.”
“I think I will hypnotise you, it would be better and will disperse your psychotic fright of shadows.”
“Are you insinuating that I am psychotic?”
“Well, it is not so normal to be frightened of shadows, so if I hypnotise you I might find out why. Just watch my finger as it sways from side to side. Now count to ten and then you will sleep. When I click my fingers you will awake again.”
“One, two, three …….”
“Ok Mrs. Schwartz, when did you see your first shadow?”
“It was when I was a child, but it was a friendly shadow, so I decided to keep it in my box.”
“You collect shadows.”
“Yes, but only the nice shadows. Now I see only angry shadows out to get me. I see them everywhere, doctor.”
“Do you see the shadows of your departed husbands.”
“I did but not any more. After they died they left me forever. I was free and now there is a new shadow standing next to me. I must kill it.”
There was a scream as Mrs. Schwartz took out the collapsible meat knife from the inside of her handbag and stabbed Dr. Grabstein, but he was prepared. He bit Mrs. Schwartz in the jugular vein and they were reunited in death. Now Vladimir always goes on his full moon excursions accompanied by Morticia. They are the perfect couple and their nervous days no longer exist. They are frightened of nothing, except the daylight perhaps. They now live in the land of shadows. Yes, there is a cure for everything.
A fortuitous event in my life, many years ago, about 20 I suppose as I already had my grey hair in the photo. It was the Christmas celebration in the company that I worked for as an export clerk. During the year we could make suggestions for company improvements. It was so long ago, I cannot really remember how it functioned. I think we wrote our idea down and submitted it in a box. I had many ideas, nothing ventured nothing gained was my motto and so I would submit my revolutionary ideas.
The only one I can remember was to turn the spare land next to our company into a nature paradise with water features and perhaps even spare parts to be planted by company employees as an allotment area. At the end of the year there would be a first, second and third prize. The suggestions were all in a bag and the winning ideas were presented by selecting the papers from the bag.
The third and second prize was at first chosen and naturally it was all building up to the first prize and yes, it happened to me. I won the amount of one thousand Swiss Francs for one of my suggestions in cash. That was really a Christmas to remember. Which suggestion it was that was chosen from the many I submitted I do not know. I always like to think it was the one with the nature reserve, although it was decided that would not be so possible and the land had been reserved for perhaps a company extension one day.
Not this mornings clouds, because we have none, just a clear blue sky. A nice expectation for the day, but just plain blue shows no action, so here are some clouds in the late afternoon with a bit more excitement.
And look how my garden is now nice and tidy. The gardeners did a great job yesterday with the hedges and also cleared all the unwanted growths between the stones and the plants. I am not hoping this will last until the beginning of Autumn through to Winter. It was quite an action packed day yesterday with cleaning lady and gardeners and I decided to spend it at home during the afternoon to relax from the excitement.
At the moment it seems to be fly time. During the Summer I did not have so many, but I am being bombarded at the moment. However, now and again, something more colourful arrives worth a photo like this little bluebottle, although it is more green than blue. He was outside on the patio. The slugs and snails have now disappeared for the time being, but I am sure they will return.
One of the nicer insects are the bees and if I am lucky I manage to catch one as it helps itself to whatever it needs in my black eyed susans.
Today I will be off shopping in the afternoon. Tomorrow is a day’s holiday in our catholic Kanton in Switzerland for Asumption Day, although I have a holiday every day being a golden oldie. I might go for a wheelie tomorrow and there might be some ation at the local cemetery. My only excitement is shopping and doctor visits for myself or Mr. Swiss otherwise.
Everything for the working population seems to be having its normal routine again. The kids are back to school and there will be a little more traffic on the road as I drive past the high school with parents bringing and picking up their kids, and the busses that like to block the road.
We just read that the post in the village where my supermarket is, will be closing and shifted to the shopping mall. I am glad as when I might have post to deal with, it will be easier for me. Mr Swiss just said that everything changes today. I reminded him that the younger generation are accustomed to change and we oldies just have to get used to it. The computer world is always making so-called improvements, and I have managed to keep up with them at to now, but I noticed that the 8 year age difference between me and Mr. Swiss tends to give him problems in that direction.
And as my action packed day has nothing more to offer I will make my way to the general cleaning operations in the apartment and the shower of course. Have a good day everyone, enjoy. Even my roses have decided to throw out some new buds.
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