RDP Saturday: Movement

Mr. Swiss has a hobby, since he was a young teenager he has played the drums. You do not only hit them with a stick, but also gently move over them with wire brushes, and this all has to be practiced. Just a sturdy piece of carboard does the trick when you do not have a drum or cymbal. He even taught me how to do it, but it needs a lot more to play the drums.

RDP Saturday: Movement

RDP Thursday: Sumptuous

I tend to cook sumptuous as I have a family to feed, especially at week-ends when everyone has more time to eat and enjoy. This is my pork roast before it hit the oven, so it is not yet cooked: meat, veg and a few herbs (grown in the garden of course). The bones are also there for a good sauce and they also have their advantages when cooked.

RDP Thursday: Sumptuous

RDP Wednesday: Wisdom

Somehow this apple was forgotten on the tree. I only discvoered it this morning. It is still hanging on and I do not have the heart to remove it. Whether a wise decision or not I do not know, but it deserves to be spared from a fate worst than death. Perhaps I could take some seeds from it and plant them and a new tree will grow.

RDP Wednesday: Wisdom

RDP Tuesday: Art

There is only one artist in our family and that is Mr. Swiss. He is one of those people that can draw and paint. This is a painting he made as a young man of a building in his village. The only paintings I ever did were from the colouring books I would get as a kid. You did not have to use your imagination, but just fill in the outlines with a coloured pencil. The only things that were painted in my family were perhaps a door or when decorating a room to add a splash of colour.

Mr. Swiss grew up in a family where art was appreciated.

He mainly painted with water colours and with a few strokes of a brush he produced something that for me was a miracle. He would also dabble in oils now and again, but the can be a problem. The oil paints have a strong smell and can be quite messy. He had some lessons from a painter when he was a teenager, but the talent is there.

It was from him that I got a little appreciation of art. Now and again we would visit an exhibition. It was something I was missing in my childlhood. Today he no longer paints or draws unfortunately.

RDP Tuesday: Art

RDP Monday: Robust

Why do we have a headquarters for an anti Covid jab? Why is there always an official guy standing outside? It is a mystery to me. I have been waiting for at least a month, since I sent my official request for a jab. I contacted my neurologist as I was actually a year too young to qualify and he issued immediately a document to prove that I should be vaccinated. I have MS and diabetes and that, in the eyes of the Swiss government is enough to prove that I need the jab. In the meanwhile I am observing that Israel have vaccinated almost their entire population, that the British (of whieh I was originally) are on their way to vaccinating the complete population. Vaccinations can be made at your doctor’s surgery, sometimes even in a chemists, but we Swiss all have to go to the official center in your state for the vaccination. For me it is no great problem, just along the road.

This evening I took the situation in my own hands, on the telephone and discovered a telephone number to contact. There was an immediate answer and it seems I was through to the official Swiss country centre. They could not really help me so much as it is a kantonal problem, but the guy on the phone was very helpful and said the problem in Switzerland was getting supplies of the necessary matrial for a jab. It is coming from America, perhaps Scandinavia, or Germany and there is just not enough. It seems there was enough for Israel. The Brits have their own but we Swiss are still waiting. Inhabitants of senior homes have already got their vaccine and now it is finished. One thing the guy confirmed was that when I get the first jab, the second one would be completed within four weeks – big deal.

In the meanwhile I just stay in isolation, as well as Mr. Swiss. My son is still working daily, and we are all hoping that he does not come into contact with the virus, although he does not mix with many people. I am worried, but I do now have a telephone number (given from the guy I phoned today) for my state and might get more information as to what is going on. I am annoyed and feel neglected from my state, my country. I will not give up and will pursue the situation until I get satisfaction from somewhere. I am fed up with seeing all the lucky others, especially an article I read from the happy senior citizens that now feel much safer since they have had their jab. I want to feel safe as well. Enough complaining, Do I feel better? I suppose it does help psychologically.

RDP Monday: Robust

RDP Saturday: Hug

There is no-one left to hug
Where have the people gone
Are they hiding behind doors
Have they just moved on
There was a time there were crowds
Jostling for room in the stores
But now is the time of the virus
Extinction like dinosaurs
Do not hug, do not breathe
If you cough
Cough in your sleeve
Wear a mask
Hide your face
This germ it must be kiled
Rid us of its trace

RDP Saturday: Hug