FOWC with Fandango: Cajole

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His presence was first noticed on the ceiling, just hanging there all curled up together. I did have ideas of encouraging him (or her) to perhaps climb into a glass jar: even crawl onto a piece os paper where I could perhaps transport it into the garden where I am sure it would be happier, but no chance.

The next day I saw it (I decided to stay with it as I am really not sure what its gender is)  crawling on the wall. This was all happening in the bedroom. However, up to now we are both alive and not choking on spiders.

And today it was sitting happily on one of the curtain stripes and then horror. I have no carpets, I do not like them as they are dust holders. I have wooden floors and there I saw a small brown bundle next to the bed after the cleaning. Was it my pet spider (I called him Fred in the meanwhile) that had met its last minutes seeing the sole of my shoe without me noticing it. It was not, and there was Fred now back on the ceiling and I am sure he was waving with one of its eight legs. It is still there and no matter how appetising I make the outside world by opening the window, he has decided the bedroom is more comfortable.

I really should not sleep on my back as I then tend to have an open mouth if I might snore and you never know what Fred might decide during the night.

FOWC with Fandango: Cajole

RDP Saturday: Magical

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Not only are my orchids producing one bud after the other – three plants now ready to go – but look at my amaryllis.

Someone should have told her that her flowers were to be shown around Christmas, but this one just couldn’t wait. It goes to prove that never throw your amaryllis away when it is finished, because it is never finished, it is thinking about producing the next flower or two.

I kept it in its pot and let the leaves grow. Eventually the leaves have done their growing and decided to shrivel a little. In the meanwhile I began to feed it with fertiliser throughout the summer in its resting place outside in the fresh air. It was just sitting in its pot and I thought doing nothing. This morning I rearranged my plants and put the pregnant orchids on the table and then I saw it.

My pink flowering amaryllis with the red stripes in the flower had given birth. Not a word did she say, no morning sickness. A bud has appeared quietly and is now ready to go, even if a bit premature. The last flower was at Christmas and this one is developing for an August birth it seems. There is only one word for it – magical.

RDP Saturday: Magical

Good Morning

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I ask what I have been doing since I stopped hugging the bed. Apart from a couple of daily photos, nothing very much – just wasting time browsing around the computer when I should really get on with breakfast and writing a few morning words.

Here I am eventually, under a blue sky with a few drifting clouds. It is an improvement on yesterday when I drove wheelchair for the first time in the rain. As advised by my wheelchair expert I had covered the manual driving controls with a plastic bag to protect them which worked really well. Otherwise the chair performed very well, only the driver got a little wet at the edges. The drive to the supermarket was wet to say the least, but when I arrived the skies cleared and the rain stopped – typical. I had to go to the store to get the remains of the week-end shopping. When the shopping was completed I left my two bags full for the guys that bring it home and made the return journey through town.

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Everything was looking as it always does: there were no so many people, but the rain probably kept most of them away and the market place was quite empty. Just look at the ground, the cobblestoned streets. Apparently it is supposed to be quaint and in the fashion of the days gone bye. However in those days they had horses and not vehicles with wheels that feel every bump you go over.

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As I left the central town I looked back on its walls. I have to pass through the Biel Gate in the middle to get to the stores which are placed on the fringe of the town. We actually now only have two grocery stores for our town and I usually always use the same one. I have their app on my iPhone complete with all the methods to just have it scanned at the cash desk and no more fiddling around with plastic cards. You just have to find the right place on the app. I can tell you it is not always so straight forward. Using the app is no problem, but finding them on the mobile phone.

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I saw this guy standing where he is always standing near the entrance of our so-called Jesuit church. I have no idea who he is and could not even find him in Internet. We seem to have a church for everything here.

So after getting the groceries, I took a quick visit to the chemist opposite for Mr. Swiss medicine and to get a new bottle of my Vitamin D drops which I take daily. I do not really know why, but the doc seems to think they would be ideal for a golden oldie. I also stocked up on a few frozen items at the store. Next week on Saturday everything is closed because the 1st August is a Swiss fourth of July. We all get patriotic. Fire are lit on the mountain tops and everyone (except for us) grills meat outside in the evening, weather permitting. We used to have firework displays, but this year I think they are not being permitted. Too much getting together and encouraging corona to partake in the celebrations. It does not really bother me as I am not a firework fan – too much noise.

Today I do not really have to go anywhere, so will probably just do a local visit somewhere in the village for a few local photos. I might do another practice run on Mr. Swiss scooter, but this time outside in the free world and not just around the underground garage. I will be so glad when I get my own scooter this week, as shopping will have a completely different method. I can again walk with my walker for support in the store and not circulate everywhere with the wheelchair as I can take the walker with me on the special attachment  on the scooter – no problem.

And now I should really get into action. I have a few things in the apartment to do, have a shower and cook a chicken for lunch. I am sure you all also have your daily chores to deal with so I will now leave you in peace. Have a good one, enjoy the day and not forgetting – death to all hairy peas floating in the atmosphere.

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