Even sheep need a shelter.
Even sheep need a shelter.
Another surprise in the garden in Spring
And the rain kept falling as it if would never end. Roswitha stood at the door being almost mesmerised by the unending threads of water. She looked down at Alpha, her cat and familiar who was also blinking through the raindrops and not looking very enthusiastic about the weather.
“Alpha, what do you think, can we do something about this rain.”
“If cats with my abilities could do something about the rain, we would have abolished it years ago, but it is forbidden for us to play with the elements. You have to make sure that no-one is looking and there is always some old wise cat that sees everything. You know like what’s-his-name in Egypt.”
“Ah, you mean Bast.”
“Yes, that’s the one; so what about you White witches, any bright ideas?”
“No, Alpha, same here. No messing with the elements, just with the exception of fire, and keep your magic on the good side of life. Grandma said I had the gift from her and should use it properly.”
So the rain continued. Roswitha and Alpha were glad there were no old men with long white beards collecting wood and animals two by two. That had happened once and that was boring. Alpha’s ancestor was one of the chosen few on the ark, and he passed the message down through the generations that it was not fun being surrounded by water for weeks on end. He had to sit on the edge of the boat to do his business clinging with his paws on the wood to make sure he did not fall in, but that was an old story, and who knows what really happened. Those legends being handed down over the years loose a lot of reality.
“Life is so boring Alpha, I just wish I had a knight in shining armour to take me away from the monotony; just a little bit of excitement in life.”
It was then that Roswitha heard a strange noise. As if the brass section of an orchestra was approaching the door.
“So, here I am, let me in, my armour is starting to get rusty in this rain. Where shall we go?”
“I beg your pardon, just who are you?”
In front of Roswitha stood the figure of a man, quite tall and clad in metal from head to foot, with just a slit for his eyes. He had a cloth in his hand which was enclosed in a chain mail glove, and was drying the rain drops from his armour quite vigourously.
“You sent for me madam, your knight in shining armour. That is why I am polishing it all the time to make sure it keeps shining.”
“I did not send for you. ALPHA?????? Is this your idea?”
“Well you said how life was boring and you could do with a knight in shining armour, so I organised it. No problem, they had them in stock on the requirements list.”
“Alpha that was metaphorically speaking; I did not really need a knight in shining armour, just something to break the monotony, to help me against this rain.”
“Then my services are not required?” asked the knight “this is a nuisance. There I am polishing my armour, waiting for a chance to be called up for duty, and now I am not needed. You should really keep your familiar under a better control. You witches are all the same, the white ones are the worse. At least you know where you stand with the black witches. They are evil and selfish and it is clear that we are called upon for a purpose. White witches always want to be the do-gooders – just cannot decide and we are sent back and forth all the time. I will have to make a report on this when I get back to the stock room.”
He left Alpha and Roswitha still muttering on the way about his good will being taken advantage of and White Witches being ungrateful.
“So that was not a very good idea Alpha. Just think before conjuring something up in future.”
“Well I was only trying to do you a favour, and it did brighten things up on our rainy afternoon. Now what about this for the help you mentioned.”
There was a whoosh and a strong draft blew into the open door, accompanied by a cataract of water drops caught in the wind. There he was clad in blue tights covering his legs with a long armed blue pullover close fitting to his body, at the front of the pullover a large Superman emblem. To complete the picture he carried a red cape over his shoulders.
“At your service. Are you the lady in distress? How can I help you? Is this cat attacking you?”
“Cough, cough cough, first of all I need a towel to dry my hair and clothes from the rain that has just been swept into my house. ALPHAAAA enough, the last thing I need is Superman. Sorry, but I have no problems for you to help with. Perhaps you could remove my cat, but no, on second thoughts I will deal with him myself.”
“Today I can’t do anything right. Roswitha, just express yourself properly. You said you need something to help you against the rain. Was that metaphorically speaking as well?” said Alpha
“No it was not, Alpha, but I thing that Superman help is more for national catastrophes and not for a shower of rain.”
“Indeed cat and lady. It really seems that I am uncalled for in this situation. Please think before acting the next time, I was just having a coffee break with The Joker and he does not take things so easy when disturbed. Now I have a lot of explaining to do.” And with that he flew off, the rain parting like a curtain as he left.
“Sorry Roswitha, but” and Alpha was interrupted by an angry witch, even if she was one of the white sort.
“Alpha I have had enough, so here is a spell from me. You will be silent for the next hour.” And with that Alpha just sat watching the rain, his voice remaining still.
“Help, please help me” cried a voice coming nearer to Roswitha’s house. It was then that she saw the figure of a man limping and just as he reached the door he collapsed on the ground.
“Alpha, is this your doing again?” she said, but Alpha gave no answer, he had been doomed to silence.
Roswitha bent down and took a closer look. The man was breathing, his eyes open and he stretched his arms out. Roswitha did notice that he had the most beautiful brown eyes as she looked into them. But no, this was again Alpha’s doing, she was convinced. The man spoke further:
“Please help, I was driving down the road at the end of the lane and my car skidded on some mud. It crashed into a tree and I have injured my leg. I just managed to reach your house.”
“Your car skidded on the road. How unfortunate, but there is nothing I can do about it.”
“But perhaps you could have a look at my leg, call a doctor or something.”
Roswitha just did not know what to do. Should she help a complete stranger, who might have been sent by her cat, Alpha, or shut the door and ignore him. She was just about to shut the door when Alpha put his paw on the door and pushed it back. Was this a signal? Was this man genuine? Roswitha made her decision. She helped the stranger onto the settee in her living room and brewed some herbal ointment for the injury on his leg. In no time the wound was no longer so painful and the stranger could stand again on his leg.
“Thank you so much” he said. “Let me introduce myself. My name is John Carruthers and I was on my way to my estate in the next village when this unfortunate accident happened. I am forever in your debt. How lucky I was to have found your house. I must say I have never had such a pretty nurse as you are. How can I replay my debt?”
“No, no, please, it was no problem. I am glad to have been of assistance.”
“Could I perhaps call one of my servants on the telephone to organise the towing away of my car by the local garage. I can also organise someone to pick me up.”
“Of course you can” answered Roswitha, “but perhaps you would like to have something to eat before leaving. I was just preparing dinner.”
“I really don’t want to be of any more bother.”
Roswitha was sure that this charming surprise visitor would be no bother, and so it came to pass that they had dinner together, John Carruthers enjoying the company of his rescuer. Eventually he left, being picked up by one of his servants, and the car was taken to a garage. During this whole episode Alpha remained silent, but the hour had passed some time ago.
“Alpha, your hour of silence has finished. Are you not talking to me any more?”
“Of course, Roswitha, but I thought I would just let you get on with it. It seems your afternoon was quite interesting and eventful.”
“You see Alpha, I managed that all on my own. That is the way we white witches do things. We leave it to coincidence and don’t arrange surprise visitors from the local magical stock room.”
“Yes, of course Roswitha. You are the boss” was the answer from Alpha. Alpha just thought to himself how lucky we cats are to have the gift of telepathy, and thank goodness there was one of those men in distress in the stock room waiting for his chance in real life.
I like to see horses, but riding is not my thing. Within a few minutes from where I live we have horses on both sides of the road and it is one of my first stops to take a photo if they are out in the meadow.
On the other side of the road there are stables and I would even have the opportunity to learn to ride. Some years ago I was in Interlaken for a few days with Mr. Swiss on an excursion organised by his company. There were varioius activites to partake in and one choice was at the local stables withe the basics of learning to ride. Silly me decided to go for it. We arrived at the stables and the learning sessions began.
My first problem was actually mounting the horse and sitting on its back. I cannot remember exactly but I believe someone gave me a push and with one foot in the stirrup I managed to sit on the horse. It was then I realised that a horse is warm and breathes, it was alive. Luckily the lady at the stable lead the horse with me on the back and we did a few rounds together in the stables. I did not fell really comfortable. I was not sure about the horse, but I decided that horse riding was not for someone that might have a touch of vertigo.
The next obstacle was the descent from the horses back. I remember the cowboy films where they just seem to jump down to the ground, but I discovered that the ground was at quite a distance from the horses back. The next instruction I got was when descending was that I must be careful not to disturb the horse with a kick and movement in the wrong place. That did it for me. I had visions of having to organise a crane to get me down. I think it took two people to release me from the horses back. It was a new experience and I never regretted it, but I decided that horse riding was not a new career.
I was also not so keen in coming into contact with the horse feet with their hooves. It really must be easy when I think of the past generations where everyone was riding a horse.
Those girls that look after the horses make it look so easy.
I am surrounded by horses, but have decided they are not for me, with one exception of course.
What do we have here? Some time ago someone had the good idea of opening a Gelateria in our local town, an ice cream shop. I have never been a customer, but every time I pass the shop there are crowds into the street queuing for their there ice cream. It must be really somethig special.
And some just sit on the pavement outside to enjoy their ice cream in peace and quiet without the rummel of the crowds.
A cloudy one this morning, but not so very cold and it can only get better. I hugged the bed a little longer this morning, after all it is Sunday although days no longer have such names for the golden oldies. They are called shopping days, me days and doctor days, and every day a cooking day.
Yesterday I visited our local trade fair, but was thoroughly disappointed. The halls looked almost the same as last year, although many regular visitors were no longer there. Our local radio station, Radio 32, had now been shifted to a small kiosk similar installation outside with no known local personalities: just a few guys distributing leflets to enter their daily competition. For the past 10 years they had a small studio in the exhibition hall and there were various karioke competitions. This has now been replaced by something called Jumbo TV which I had never heard of, and is something new and local. There were just a few girls sitting aound but I am not sure for what.
Where they always had demonstrations from gymnastic clubs (kick boxing etc.) it had bee replaced by a few pin ball tables. The rest was just companies with their various products. For a Saturday afternoon it also seemed to be a lot less people than usual.
However something remained and this time at least with a TV screen.
The pigs were racing again. I never had a good view of the race as it was down in the old moat and not accessible for my wheelchair. This year there was a screen to show the races for those at the top. The photographic quality is naturally not so good, but at least you see the pigs in action.
They even have obstacles to clear on their way. It is not really important who won, but the actual action. Who would have thought that a pig had such talents.
I drifted around for a while and eventually decided there was nothing so interesting. Our local town of Solothurn has been hard hit by the online shoppers. I must admit I have also become one. If I need anything special, eg. electronics, bed linen, even clothes, I delve into internet and find what I need. Our local shops that remain, do not have such a choice and our one and only department store has now had a total renovation with their departments, probably hoping for more custom. There was an article in our local newspaper about shop dying, which reminds me that even the newspaper no longer had its stand at the exhibition. It is a small town, the core now mainly having restaurants and hairdresser saloons. You want to buy something, go to the computer.
The companies at the exhibition were also those that just have a few buying centres in other places than our town, otherwise do it online. One of the regulars at the exhibition were our police department and they did not have much to offer either. Last year I enjoyed my visits to the show, this year I will probably not be there so much, although this afternoon I might pay another visit, but mainly outside to see what is going on. Even the various bars seemed to be a bit sleepy with some chairs and stools and the few restaurants were almost empty. Perhaps in the evening it will attract more, but it is only open until abou 9.00 p.m.
I returned home and had more excitement. I was the noise of the hot air being pumped into the balloon that awoke my interest. That must be a hot air balloon I thought, so grabbed my camera and went outside to see this low flyer above our estate, I even heard the people talking in the basket hanging below. The photos are a little blurry unfortunately, but I really had no time to adjust anything and was glad to get a few shots. It was a rare sight, and I think this might have been on its was as a bit of publicity to the local exhibition.
And now to move on like our local train to get down to some real housework, although no rush.
See you around later, enjoy the day.
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I am Ahmed Abdi, a Wordpress blogger and storyteller who searches for stories that inspire people. I love writing because it’s a reflection of how I perceive the world around me. Lost in a world of endless chaos in my childhood, Unforgettable moments of tragedy and triumphs taught me the art of storytelling where I found myself through letter writing and then turned into stories but then sadly had lost everything I wrote for years. In 2018, I decided to create a Wordpress blog site that would allow me to store and retrieve every piece. Stories from my community, city and people are what make my writing so interesting and inspiring! I’m a tea lover so a cup of tea sometimes makes my blog.
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