One of my potted roses
One of my potted roses
Trees make their own art
I even saw a face looking at me, or was it my imagination
And mistletoe put the finishing touches to the picture.
It was dark and menacing
An insect was crawling
Its legs were many
In fact it was quite sprawling
She screamed, he came running
And then she began to shoo
“What are you doing” he asked
It’s a harmless Bugaboo
Imagine how it feels
with you towering above
Be kind to it and release it
Give it a careful shove
By then she was shaking
She made a decision
Bugaboos are not welcome here
It was time for a revision
It is it or me were the last words she said
And so she squashed it with her foot
It was now completely dead
One dead bugaboo
can never be enough
the next day she found 20 of them
In the kitchen, it was rough
He told her not to touch them
they multiplied so fast
Eventually she left him
and put him in the past
Now she is happy,
she found another man
He was glad she went away
Bugaboos were a good plan.
I am not thankful that I have an illness (MS) for which there is no cure, so making the most of bad luck I am thankful for special parking places for the handicapped. In my case there are six in a row on a higher level of the mall. There are also three on the lower level, but if you park on the higher level you have direct access to the grocery department. It is also a direct entrance to the electronics.
And that is all I have to say for being thankful, because there are still members of the public that cannot read or ignore such signs to save their precious time.
We do not have thanksgiving in Switzerland, we just thank the tourists for visiting. The tourists are also thankful for seeing our mountains, enjoying our wonderful scenery and the hotel owners and tourist organisations are thankful for the tourists spending their money in Switzerland.
Today I arrived at the store and discovered there was only one handicapped place free, at the end of the row. This meant walking to the store entrance was a little further, but we can be thankful that we have a reserved parking place. At the same time a gentleman, also walking with a stick like myself, had parked his car in the row. And then a young lady, quite fit, left the store entrance with a new TV (one of the special wide screen versions) and walked to her car, in the best place for the handicapped at the end of the row next to the exit and lifted her television carefully into the boot of her car. Both myself and the elderly gentleman with the stick, were being a little impolite and staring at the lady who climbed into her car and drove off. At least there was again a parking space free for those, like myself and the gentleman, that rely on it.
He began the conversation with his complaints about the ignorance of the people today and I must say I had to give him a little support. Of course there are always people that care, that realise not everyone is a fit as they are, but if someone is in a hurry, picks up the new expensive heavy TV set and finds a nice handy parking place, they do not care who they are taking it away from. They have no time, they have a parking place where they do not have to push the trolley too far, and they can get home quickly.
It was interesting talking to the gentleman, who was Swiss and mainly complained about the sorry state that Switzerland now has. I did not agree with everything he said, but it is sometimes nice to realise that I am not the only person that gets annoyed about the thoughtlessness of the others. Of course we can contact the police (the store does not do that) and they will come and fine the wrongly parked car. However the gentleman informed me (and I did not know that) that the next motorised police are in a neighbouring area and they only arrive after about a quarter of an hour, so what is the point.
No, I am not going into praise and thankfulness, I have to find my own way. I also have to pay for any official support I need and often the money would be necessary for other daily needs. There are always helpful people and I am often thankful when they ask can I help you, seeing I might have difficulty in loading my car after shopping, but these are usually those have the time. The general public is stressed, they no longer have time, they are short cutting constantly at the cost of others.
I am one of the lucky ones, had a steady job all my life, although was a working mother and wife, but I can afford a reasonable life style and I realise not all can do this. I cannot extend my thankfulness to the people that only think about a quick parking place and their own benefits. Even I help the handicapped if I see someone has difficulty.
Today is a a misty morning, although the sun is appearing gradually.
At last I seem to be getting through my chores for this week and yesterday I got my tyres changed at the garage. It just takes an hour and they have a comfortable table and chairs to relax in until they are finished. I even get a coffee or mineral water offered, although I took my Kindle with me so that I have something to read in the meanwhile.
I know the people at the garage, as I have been going there for few years, but I noticed that the guy that is my usual contact was no longer there, for the Spring tyre change and yesterday. I asked the other guy where he was. He told me that he is now retired. I was astonished that other people also retire. He looked so young for retirement, but probably because I am also now retired, I just do not realise it.
Anyhow I am glad to now put it behind me. The next appointment is for a dental check for Mr. Swiss next Monday and an eye appointment for Mr. Swiss (hopefully the last one) next Thursday where he can get his eyes tested for new glasses. In between I should visit the tax office to pick up some documents. It would be easier for the tax lady to send them by post, but our tax office does not do things like that and I don’t even know where the tax office is exactly. I only have time next Tuesday afternoon, so Mr. Swiss and I will go there together and then I know where this elusive tax office is. Oh life can be so complicated sometimes. I seem to have a programme comparable to when I had a full time job.
I have begun to feed the birds with bread remainders in the morning, not too much and also a handful of food until I get the bird house organised. These two magpies visit every morning, although after Mr. Crow has had his pick of the grass table.
The crow is always the first to arrive. They are really quite big and he waddles when he walks.
And this was the surprise visitor yesterday morning. I was taking random photos and noticed that this bird looked a bit different to the others. At first I though it was a duck that had strayed into the garden, but after seeing the photo I think it might be a woodpecker of some sort. The photo is not so clear as I was not prepared to take this photo, but if anyone recognises it, let me know.
And now I should make a move to the rest of the day. I was intending to organise my birdhouse today with help from No. 1 son and also remove all my various garden ornaments to put them in the hobby room until next spring.
Have a good day, for those that are not retired, the week-end is almost here, although even we golden oldies make the most of a week-end.
At the beginning of September there was a day organised for the children in the old moat of our town fortress. I think the kids really had fun. You could travel in a small lift
or even slide from the top to the bottom of the slope.
And there was also the opportunity to take a ride.
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