I think the neighbour’s cat was asking “What is the meaning of nine lives”. I think I gave him a satisfactory answer when I fed him some cat delicacies.RDP Wednesday: Question
I see it a bit like this photo. You eat your food, it is digested and afterwards it is disposed of. However, if no-one empties the garbage can it is not so good. My Mr. Swiss suffered from diverticulitis for a few years until the garbage can needed some repair work, although repairs meant removing the parts that were no longer working as smooth as they should be. It was quite painful. After an operation and removal of 28 cm of the colon, the garbage can was back in order. This was about 20 years ago and no more problems.RDP Tuesday: Diverticulitis
This spider was quite busy filtering the vitamins from his newest capture. I am not sure if it is a fly or a bee, but certainly twice the size of the spider.RDP Monday: Filter
It is a little sad when the Swiss are having their national day on 1st August and it has been raining since yesterday afternoon. The fireworks are damp – will they explode? The fires on the mountain sides will not be burning, just a weak sizzle from the rain, but we have our national flag, and what better to do with it than put it in a Swiss bread baked for the occasion. We can always fry the sausages in a pan if we cannot light the garden grill.
That will not be such a good idea.RDP Sunday: Poignant
Now that smells good, Very enticing to my tast buds. I will definitely be floating when I fly after a sample. The humans really have good ideas when they prepare something fineto eat or drink. I can almost feel the pull of a different dimension, I think I will take a sip, just slowly lower myself over the edge – after all what could possibly go wrong. One leg after the other as our queen said. although she lays around all the time laying eggs. It is quite a steep slope, but we wasps achieve it all, although ….. Help, I am tumbling and now drowning, but what a lovely death, sweet and sticky although I cannot breath, and all my eyes are stickiing together, but this brown substance is really a wonderful brew, is this what getting high means?
My mum told my family that you should never give up and I have been saved. Something emptied the wonderful liquid onto the garden outside with a scream “There is a wasp in my cola”. Who cares I am saved, but it was a wonderful feeling when I sipped the liquid. It was worth the risk. And now to fly further, I can hear humans and I am sure they are eating something that I could share with them – although more screams and demonstrations, but that is human I suppose. They can never stay calm and always have to get excited.RDP Saturday: Tumble
Well now it is over, the storm I mean. As I went to the store there was a wonderful view of the Jura mountains from the path and nice gentle clouds – a blue sky. I arrived at the store and something happened whilst I was doing my shopping. As I left the store it was like entering a different world. The good weather seemed to be over and did I hear a clap of thunder in the not too far distance? Of course. As I saddled my scooter for the home run I even felt a few drops of rain – would I reach home before the deluge? I gave it all I could, although more than 11 kilometres an hour is not possible.
The rain behaved itself and when I finally got home it released its power from the clouds, but my scooter and I were then safe.
I had one of those lucky escapes – and now?
That’s life I suppose. I am now safe at home, but it is not finished yet. Some sunny moments, some thunder and some rain.RDP Friday: Over
This grass has decided it is time to exsicate
It had done its job and could not wait
This plant is dry no longer moist
No longer whispers, has lost its voice
But rest assured, the roots are still there
To ensure next year it returns to share
The farmers arrive with all their ploughs
And will preserve the remains to feed the cows
Railways stretch to unknown horizons
not for me
Journeys to other towns, shopping in malls
not for me
A regular visit to our capital town of Bern
not for me
Looking at my photos taken when I was there
no longer for me
Adventures have gone, only to travel on the computer or the television
There was a time when I would be there, see it, touch it, live it
no longer for me
Time passes, the body grows older but the mind remains
living the memories of the past years.
Taking a sentimental journey to how it was, adventures are now in the mind
My children tell me of what they saw, I listen knowing that it is
no longer for me.
There was a time (now it is a couple of years) when I drove a car. And then I had a small disagreement with another car, actually to be quite honest I drove over a red light. To cut a long story short (and I really want to cut this one short) both our cars survived but there was a meeting with the police to clarify details. Luckily no one was injured (just my pride) and I had to submit myself to a breathalyser test. It did not surprise me, but the police lady quite admired my result of 0,000000 %. I sneaked the photo whilst everyone was waiting for something to happen.
The result of the whole problem was that it was entirely my fault (of course). The police were very helpful and even drove me to my garage afterwards to enable me to pick up a suibstitute car. My car was repaired. However I got rid of it. Eventually I would have had to give up my driving licence for a few months and have to see a doctor. I avoided all this and returned my driving licence to the authorities. Even if you do not have any bronchiole problems, it is better to think ahead. I am quite happy without a car. It is much cheaper and I manage very well with my new carless life.RDP Tuesday: Bronchiole
When I took this photo this morning I wondered if the spider was pretending to be friendly to the fly. They seemed to be having a conversation and I was immediately reminded of the poem “The Spider and the Fly”, the spider being the great pretender.RDP Monday: Pretense