Good Morning

Poinsettia

I have never had a Poinsettia like this before. I always buy one in the local store before Christmas sporting its crown of red leaves, suspecting that after a couple of weeks the red leaves will drop and many of the other leaves, being left with a plant skeleton when the new year arrives. This time there was a difference. I placed it on a surface in front of a window and was careful not to be too generous with the water. When the earth became dry, very dry, I filledup the over pot, left it to soak and drained the surplus water away.  this happened once a week, sometimes after two weeks and in the middle of  February I still have some remaining red leaves and new shoots are appearing in between. I still have my plant from last year, no more red leaves, but it has become quite a size. After so many years of practicing, I am at last getting some results. I do not expect it to produce a new batch of red leaves for next Christmas, but who knows.

Otherwise my therapy lady arrived yesterday. I know her from my previous series of therapy from my MS problems, but this time it was different, as I have a broken leg. I realised that she got the hang of my various problems straight away. Yesterday was more or less examining the situation, but when she left I already had my first exercises to practice which was standing and sitting only holding onto my chair and not using my walker for support to strengthen the leg muscles and yes, I can do it. Since my accident I had completely lost my trust in my body parts. She will be visiting again next Monday and Friday and it at last feel that I am getting somewhere.

We visited the bathroom together and she gave me some tips of getting into the shower, although I will need someone to help, but I think I can do it.

Nera in Bathroom

The idea is of course to remove the cat (although Nera left us for the etnernal cornfields of mice a few years ago) and sit on the end. Then swing my legs into the bath, where I have a seat, and do the necessary.  I will need help with my left leg as it is not for swinging yet, but I can do it. I had a dry practice. Otherwise I now feel a little more confident. She said for a broken leg to heal 100% it needs a complete year, although by practicing my movements, I should be able to move around sooner. She also found it a super idea that I now have an electric wheelchair and reckons in a couple of weeks, I should be able to make a few short journeys with it.

Today I was hugging my bed longer than usual, but I was quite happy about it. Mr. Swiss is tackling the week-end shopping in the meanwhlile and I will do my slowly but surely stuff at home.

And now to move on to the excitements of the day. Keep safe, see you around.

Back Garden

Daily Prompt: Assay

Copper

Daily Prompt decided to take me on yet another trip down memory lane, although to be quite honest I had no idea what “assay” was. For that we have internet and all its devices. Not that the word was completely unknown to me, but my foggy memory had to be refreshed.

It has to do with the testing of a metal or ore to determine its ingredients and quality. Metallurgy was never one of my hobbies, so I decided to return to the first contact I had with metal as a kid, which was the English penny. Every money system has it cheapest pieces, and the British was the english penny. They had existed over hundreds of years, the first appearing in 785 b.c. made of silver, but I am not giving a history lesson on its backgroud. I grew up with the english penny, something like the big one on the top at the right of the picture, They were made of copper and with usage they became very grubby and sometimes turned green. On the one side there was the head of a king, or queen, according to when the penny appeared, and on the other to my time, Britannia ruling the waves. She was shown sitting on a throne with a trident in her hand and was the british icon of victory against everyone else, driving back the waves of the sea.

The pennies I remember were a dull brown colour until one day, I decided to polish one of my pennies. I must have been about 8 years old, and with a friend we had one of those metal polishing clothes that our mum would use for brightening up metal in the home. Our pennies became unrecognisable. They gleamed, King George and Edward were shining brightly, the pennies in our possession became something to treasure. Being kids, we used out pennies to buy perhaps a “penny chew” (a sweet made of sugar) which was all you could buy for a penny.  Our gleaming polished pennies were something special when we spent them in a shop, although even because of the removal of the brown dirt layer, they were still only worth a penny.

My colleague even had a King george III penny originating at the beginning of the 19th century, a remnant from the olden days, that was forgotten  in the modern monetary system. That was quite something, but not valuable.

Now the British monetary system has been decimalised and the penny has become a two penny, and I am not sure if the original copper is still used. We called the original pennies coppers from the material they were made of.

Even our swiss monetary system has copper coins, the lowest valued, known as a “rappen”, but not so spectacular and special as the British penny.

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Daily Prompt: Assay

Good Morning

Daily Medicine

What a morning. It would be so easy stop hugging my bed and wander to the kitchen to make breafast and perhaps see what the world was doing outside, but today is day of the fresh linen on the bed. I did my best but it was not best enough, and my duvet cover somehow lost the corners of the duvet. Mr. Swiss to the rescue and I moved on to other things, like sorting the laundry for the machine. Now it is all ready for the washing this evening. I generally only run the machine in the evening from 9.00 as electricity is then half price in our area.  I notice that in our house you rarely hear a washing machine during the day. We all have our own private laundry rooms in the cellar, but they are only used in the evening mainly, due to the half rate in electricity.

When I eventually reached the kitchen, my next job was sorting my medicine before thinking about breakfast. I think I will now begin to rattle I tried to reduce my pain killers, but it does not work yet, although I now only take one sort instead of two. I am still on blood thinning tablets until the end of the month to avoid an embolism. This coupled with my diabetes tables, should ensure that I will survive the day and can still indulge in chocolate now and again.

Chocolate

Speaking of chocolate, we have discovered a new sort in our local supermarket. It is a lookalike of a Lindt chocolate known as Chocoletti, but our Migros supermarket calls them Quadretti. They are packed in little cubes and flavoured with blood orange. We prefer the dark chocolate, although you can also have them in milk chcolate. They are very good, and eaten best of all straight from the fridge.

And that would be my highlight of the day. Yesterday I even managed to clean again. I am not quite ready to do the general walkabout with the mop and pan, but I wanted to see what I could achieve. Mr. Swiss was not so happy about that, imagining all sorts of accident scenes, but I survived. I am really fed up with just sitting around and looking out  of the window. It is a sad state of affairs when my only news is the latest chocolate and my medicine.

And now  to move on, who knows what excitement lays in wait. Have a good day.