I know it is not a good photo, but mosquitos do not usually appear during daylight. They have the habit of buzzing around in the dark hours when you can hear them and afterwards feel them. It happens here regularly at the end of July, through August, and September. The buzzing sound passes you ear and then it stops. You know it strikes, but where? And then you begin ot scratch your arm, perhaps even your face. and a small bump arrives. No worry, it is just a female mosquito collecting some nice warm blood to incubate her offspring.
Of course there is a method to deter these horror of the night.
And here it is. I am not sure how it works, but you plug it into the eclectric current and switch it on.
It might be sending a signal out to say “Death to all mosquito babies”, but it works. Since I heard my first mosquito and got attacked a month ago I plugged this in during the night and since then I have not seen or heard another mosquito, so it must work.
When Mr. Swiss moved into his golden oldie home I was organising and found at least five of these. I now have one in the bedroom and another in the living room. Mosquitos have no chance of survival at my place.
At its most basic, personality is the characteristic patterns of thoughts, feelings, and behaviours that make a person unique. Ok, the words are not from me, but since living on my own without Mr. Swiss, he now being in a senior home, my unique character has changed a little.
From one day to the other you are responsible for the complete financial situation. I pay the bills and make the financial decisions and have become an accountant of sorts. I have completed my fist income tax form on my own. Of course my man at the bank was a great support and help, but I have it under control. I was now cooking for myself and my son – one advantage as I could now eat what I like and not have to take others so much into consideration. No. 1 son does not eat mushrooms, broccoli or brussel sprouts, but otherwise eats everything.
I no longer watch the TV, prefer to read a book. I do not need the TV in the background accompanying my thoughts, I listen to mainly classical radio as background music. Otherwise I am a normal person (what is normal) although life is now certainly a little different for me. After sharing life with your husband for 55 years it was certainly something completely different. I think what I miss most of all is having someone to talk to, although in the last couple of years Mr. Swiss was no longer the talkative type. Growing old changes us all. I have also probably changed, but that is the problem. You never notice your own character change, because we are all convinced (generally) that we do not change.
I was pushing my walking frame in the heat I was really feeling dead beat Could hardly stand on my feet This really was not a treat Mr. Swiss I wanted to greet He ignored me, which was not so neat We could no longer meet I was just a shadow an invisible sheet The climate had stopped any treat Lazy was just a tweet
Are these the ashes from a restaurant. No, they are the ash trays from a golden oldie home. If you are lucky enough to reach the golden oldie age and have needed an ash tray most of your life, and survived, then what is the problem. If the cigarettes have not yet taken you as captive, then there is no danger I suppose. I remember my grandfather. He lived to the grand age of 90 and smoked all his life. I think he began as a school boy. Remember when cigarettes were not a dangerous past time, when it was something that the working men did with no problems, as proof of their masculinity. Grandad even rolled his own. He had never heard of a cigarette filter but just needed the paper (I think it was called Rizla) and expertly enclosed the tobacco in a neat role. He would prepare about ten cigarettes and smoke them and then would construct more afterwards. They were the ash filled days.
This spider had signed its own death sentence, so I thought. There it was hovering on the ceiling in my bedroom of all places, next the the lamp. I got the longest duster I had and gave it a hit, but this spider was not to be had. It is not the spiders that disturb me, they hang around and do nothing else, but the mess they make with their threads everywhere. And so I aimed and it decided to postpone the death sentence and crawled into the lamp cover out of sight but not out of my mind. I will get it eventually, but probably not today. I really have nothing against spiders as long as they live where they belong and not in my bedroom.
Fish have a vast stretch of water. I will never understand them, but they always swim together. The big fish do their own thing, but the smaller fish stay in their groups. This is a safe stretch of water in a pond and they have nothing to fear, but one fish follows the other.
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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